Saturday, July 18, 2009
Sunday, July 5, 2009
MILK RIVER TRIP 2009
I appear to show no sign of fear as I prepare to sleep outside with only a thin layer of fabric to seperate me from all types of wild animals that lurk about in the dark.
Jim, Gail and Sylvie waiting for the shuttle bus to arrive to take us to the resort.I was convinced that the "sleeping outside" thing was just a joke and that the bus would arrive at any minute.
I believe Indian's used these to get around?
This lady might be Mexican. She sure liked tequila. This shot was taken in the morning. Note how someone has left food outside the tent as a way to attract her outside.
Camera settings were badly adjusted. Looks like the moon...
Looks like someone tipped over their canoe. Our dry food soon became mush. A sinking feeling to say the least.
Another shot of our wordly belongings drying on bushes. I believe Indians dried their clothes like this. It was about at this point in the trip that I realized that there was not going to be a shuttle bus taking me to a resort and I would have to sleep outside surrounded by wet clothing and howling animals.
One of the occupants of the hobo camp that we stayed at
Dinner time at the hobo camp
Taken at abot 6 am on Day 2. If you squint really hard you will see that it's a shot of Jim on top of a coulee looking for the shuttle bus that would never come.
Just a nice shot of the neighbourhood. Coyotes or maybe they were hyenas, were howling somewhere off in the distance.
This shot should be attached to my resume.
Without the beer, we would never have made it through this trip.
Loaded and ready
A new member of our motley crew. She appears to be performing some type of ritual that involved "laying of the hands". I think she was praying for candies.
I am all smiles.We were camped in Milk River and they had real flush toilets.
Andrea and a homeless man
Where hamburgers come from
River girl
Red Deer Rapper Mikey
Bad settings on camera again?
Just a real nice shot of the river
Another shot of that Mexican lady that you saw in an earlier photo. Judging by the angle of the sun(and tequila bottle) it must be cocktail hour at the hobo camp
Setting up camp just after the canoes sank.
There is no shuttle bus. There never was any shuttle bus. There will never be a shuttle bus. Sure I look sad in this picture just sitting on a rock having a beer. In reality I was too tired to walk away from camp to pee, so I peed in the river in front of everyone while sitting down. It was all very ladylike...
Jim, Gail and Sylvie waiting for the shuttle bus to arrive to take us to the resort.I was convinced that the "sleeping outside" thing was just a joke and that the bus would arrive at any minute.
I believe Indian's used these to get around?
This lady might be Mexican. She sure liked tequila. This shot was taken in the morning. Note how someone has left food outside the tent as a way to attract her outside.
Camera settings were badly adjusted. Looks like the moon...
Looks like someone tipped over their canoe. Our dry food soon became mush. A sinking feeling to say the least.
Another shot of our wordly belongings drying on bushes. I believe Indians dried their clothes like this. It was about at this point in the trip that I realized that there was not going to be a shuttle bus taking me to a resort and I would have to sleep outside surrounded by wet clothing and howling animals.
One of the occupants of the hobo camp that we stayed at
Dinner time at the hobo camp
Taken at abot 6 am on Day 2. If you squint really hard you will see that it's a shot of Jim on top of a coulee looking for the shuttle bus that would never come.
Just a nice shot of the neighbourhood. Coyotes or maybe they were hyenas, were howling somewhere off in the distance.
This shot should be attached to my resume.
Without the beer, we would never have made it through this trip.
Loaded and ready
A new member of our motley crew. She appears to be performing some type of ritual that involved "laying of the hands". I think she was praying for candies.
I am all smiles.We were camped in Milk River and they had real flush toilets.
Andrea and a homeless man
Where hamburgers come from
River girl
Red Deer Rapper Mikey
Bad settings on camera again?
Just a real nice shot of the river
Another shot of that Mexican lady that you saw in an earlier photo. Judging by the angle of the sun(and tequila bottle) it must be cocktail hour at the hobo camp
Setting up camp just after the canoes sank.
There is no shuttle bus. There never was any shuttle bus. There will never be a shuttle bus. Sure I look sad in this picture just sitting on a rock having a beer. In reality I was too tired to walk away from camp to pee, so I peed in the river in front of everyone while sitting down. It was all very ladylike...
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