The Expedition
February 21st
The days are painful as we fall, a lot. The sun came out turning our expeditionary superhighway into a large sheet of glare ice devoid of snow I think, “We are no longer snowkiting, but mixed kiting yes a distant cuz to ice climbing: tiny chunks of mud imbedded in the ice” A great way to shred $1000 worth of Event fabric, not to mention the large bruises and bumps now covering our bodies. In our cold, icy delirium: if only I had a Sprite right now, or a Red Bull, or a Steaz to go with the RawRevbars dipped in hemp nut butter. . . (Our newest recipe keeps your eyes open for a 2XtM cookbook)
Jason thinks he has solved the limited snow problem, kite buggies!
In the words of Franti “what the world needs now is Music sweet music” an Ipod would be nice. It would cover the uneasy sound of our world popping underneath us like a symphony. At night it sounds like a Star Wars battle under the ice where we are sleeping, and I wonder if the dark side is winning this time. On the positive side it is the only time Paul is happy, he turn into a regular comedian. Every time Jason looked back at Paul today he had slipped on the ice, I hope he does not dislocate his shoulder.
Well back to work for Sam he is going to try and rustle up some kite buggies from Rollie in