Well to answer a couple of questions, No Mike, No alcohol involved. Mr.Mickey was long gone 2 weekends ago. And Sis, the accident was caused by road conditions in combination with the weather. That road at any given time is a combination of little round rocks like marbles, razor sharp chips of shale, clay, and field stone. I hit a clay section after a moderte to heavy rain shower and the surface of the road was like oatmeal.

That same section of road a half hour before was fine. The coppers said it was due to road conditions.

The truck looks like Dr.Jekyll And Mr.Hyde. Funny about the passenger side. One of the cops said it was a half gainer with a twist.

just took this about 10 minutes ago. doesn't look too bad now. Relatively speaking of course.
at least the blood isn't weeping out of the skin anymore. That's gotta be good, right?
Silver lining...Miranda is picking out our new truck. hopefully this one has side airbags. My left ear looks like one of them ultimate fighters. At first they thot it was swollen and purple from the bug bites but it was actually from my head going thru the drivers side window. oddly enough, no head injury. Hey Frank, Batter up!

wrecked 'er on the Wrigley road.

I managed to roll my truck several times friday night. I broke my collar bone and shoulder blade. The evening was capped off with a 30km walk that lasted six hours in drizzle and rain, with the worst mosquitoes I've ever seen, while being stalked and eventually charged by a bear. Thank your favorite deity that Miranda and the kids weren't in the truck. I was medevaced to yellowknife and just got back this evening, miranda and the kids got home from Willow river about the same time I got back from YK. I have some pretty nasty pics of the bone trying to come thru the skin but, Beckers has done something to the computer and I can't find them.

I had a cut on my ankle and my shoe and sock was full of blood, I guess that's why blackie was following me. Pretty scary shit I tell you, that bear shadowed me for over an hour just off in the bushes snuffing and grunting(working up his nerve I guess) And me the whole time yelling at it, " Come on you F*****R!!" in a loud deep voice, well eventually he did, he came right out of the bush with his ears down swinging his head back and forth snorting. He was close enough I could smell him and see the mosquitoes all buzzing around his head. Funny the things you notice, eh? i had a good sized rock in my good hand and I raised my arm up and screamed and ran right at him. When I was about ten feet away from him he turned and ran back into the bush. I stood there yelling for a couple of minutes screaming that the bear was a pussy and a fag (not that ther's anything wrong with that) Seinfeldian reference there. I started walkinagain and was walking for about ten minutes when I heard the best thing I've ever heard in my life, Beckers and Miranda's uncle Tony coming on Quadzilla. I literally collapsed in the road.

Hope everyone elses fathers day weekend was better than mine. I only sleep about fifteen minutes at a stretch since it happened. I can't sit still, and if I'm not distracted by something else I just sit there playing it over and over in my head. truck crashing and that bear...jesus.

Maybe, I'll spend the rest of my life on the couch. I'm not sure what was worse, the crash, the walk, the mosquitoes(I was in shorts) or the bear. nope on second thought I'm sure the bear was the worst part.

I'm exhausted and in more than a little pain so I'm going to go now.

Willow river weekend

another awesome weekend at Willow, that had me tree a bear with Quadzilla, that was some action alright. I came around the first turn in the road to see what the dogs were barking about and there was a medium sized black right in the road like right in front of me and just to the left about 5 to 8 feet away, so i turned to the left slightly and accelerated, well mr. blackie turned off the road and ran right up a poplar and was about 12 feet up the tree...me? was right at the bottom of the tree. He tried to shinny down so I gunned 'er and he skipped up another 10 feet or so. I called for Robert (Miranda's mother's boyfriend) he came over with a rifle, and i backed off and Mr bear came down. Robert shot a couple of shots into the air and I took of in a spray of gravel straight at the bear, who wisely headed out of dodge at agood clip. I pursued him for about a mile out the road and came back.

Next night, different bear bigger different bear and a running gunbattle all over the property (lots of trees, bushes and skinny little paths)

We had a real hard time convincing that one he had to go.

Robert killed one there last week.

well 5 times trying is my limit for pics. (there weren`t any bear ones..your just not thinking picsno what i mean?)

So you have to settle for sisters sharing a moment.`

time machine, or fountain of youth?

well as usual the pics are in a random non-sensical sequence and as usual I ain't gonna shift em.

The truck was loaded to probably over the maximum, and was a little difficult once I got her up over one forty on that gravel road. just kidding.

But we got down there and had a blast for our first of several mini-vacations for the summer.

miranda and I are both going to work only tue. wed. thur. all summer which gives us the four day weekend all summer. more time off than working...

That is how life should be.

We took Charlene's quad and Rebecca's dirt bike down and then I came back and brought mine down. It was too awesome going out for a ride just me and beckers on our bikes down there. She's really coming along and is getting to be a good rider, not afraid to ride that's for sure.

I'm sad to report Big Texas is no longer with us, He'll live on in my memory, well the parts I'm able to remember anyways. The house that needs a chainsaw, heh heh, the wood stove. My old saw was, well old. So I bought a new one for the new house.

Coleman stove. check

Coleman lantern. check

Coleman Brown. check

Everyone in the tipi, and first but not least the fountain of youth, my Yamaha.

I haven't felt this good in a long time, and riding that bike is the reason, I've actually lost a waist size or two. There is no better way to head off to the weekly three day grind then on a motorcycle.