A couple days ago I went for a hike with Murder
Mark and Tyson. The hike was maybe an hour and a bit long, up a partly snow
covered logging road. Instead of drinking water like most hikers, I consumed
four beers before we arrived to our camping spot. Where did we make camp?
Inside a 50 foot fire tower at the top of the hill:
From the top, you could see 150km in each
direction of the valley. Here’s the view towards Invermere and Fairmont:
Murder Mark on the left, Tyson on the right:
Check out the view from the front door:
That was for sure one of the top 5 awesome
places I’ve ever been to.
The next day someone decided to change my
birthday on Facebook so I had a fake birthday! It was awesome! I turned 22 and
a half! People gave me drinks, about 200 people sang me happy-birthday in the
pool, and then I did a muff diver out of a stranger’s crotch! Then at the end
of my fake birthday we went to the pools as they were draining them, and slid
around on the bottom of the pools. We did that until Andy slipped and smashed
his face into the concrete, then we made an emergency trip to Invermere to get
him stitched up. It was the most awesome fake birthday ever!
Also, there's a lifeguard (Mark) that I work with that has had 3 near death experiences in the last week. The first: we were longboarding down a two lane highway with one passing lane, and Mark gets caught in the passing lane with a truck speeding by on his left and on his right. The second: he falls asleep behind the wheel going 110km/h and drives into the oncoming lane and smashes into the barrier. The third: he is underneath his banged up truck trying to fix something when the jack gives out. The truck's fall is stopped by a block of wood.
It's like the movie final destination, death is out to get him or something. He is still alive as of 3 minutes ago when I saw him leave the pools.
