Well holy cow – the snow has finally melted. And it’s not even May Run (May 24 for those who don’t live in the north).
I remember talking to my grandma about eight years after we moved her up here from Ottawa. I asked her about the weather; she told me that it had been snowing since she got here. At the time I thought she was exaggerating. But let me tell you something: I moved here in November 2009. And it’s been snowing since I got here.
When I was in high school, we always had May Run parties in the bush. A few people would head out to scout a location, draw maps and organize the great retreat. One year we made t-shirts; another year the boys brought a generator so they could watch the playoffs. And usually there was snow.
We survived on – and I’m not even kidding – beer, chips and wieners. Can you imagine? A whole long weekend without rum. I certainly wouldn’t do that now.
Actually, I can’t believe how well we did with basically nothing. Nowadays I need at least two suitcases of clothes and three cases of food (not including rum) just for an over-nighter. I mean, you can’t be too careful: you need cool clothes in case it’s hot and hot clothes in case it’s cool. And what if there’s a cute boy around? I’ll need somewhat nice clothes for that. And then there’s the extra undies in case I slip and fall into a puddle (trust me on this one). Pj’s for a hot night, pj’s for a cool night…I mean, this shit adds up.
And don’t even get me started on shoes. Running shoes, sandals, flip flops….
Two weeks ago we were below zero. Yesterday it was 28 degrees with humidity. Mother Nature must be hormonal.
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