Bobavad Gita: February Winter Excursion 2007 (Part 3 of 6: Oscar Party!)

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By the time we got back to the van from our descent from Look Out Mountain - the climax of our journey - it was already dark. The winds had picked up and obscured the roads with snow drifts. The conditions were getting sketchy. Under my breath i cursed Fate all the way calling it the worst of all possible vulgarities. And it worked. We made it to Anderson Cabins without a scratch. Fate turned out to be a chicken-shit after all, as i expected.

The cabin we stayed in was nice (we were all in agreement that "nice" is a very descriptive adjective on this trip). It had a kitchen, indoor plumbing, and a t.v. I really wasn't supposed to be there as it was a two-person cabin. So we tried to keep our presence as low key as possible.

We turned on the t.v. as soon as we unpacked and low and behold, the Oscars were on. So we watched the Oscars - a very heterosexual activity for 3 men to take part in if i say so myself.

I fell asleep on the recliner. Pat took a little nap too. But Mike, Mike was wrapped in the awards ceremony to be sure.

When i stopped snoring and ended my power nap, Mike and Pat decided to engage in another ritual tradition: The Bonfire.

Now it was cold, and extremely windy, and well, "fuck that shit" i thought to myself. Normally I'm into all that, i love to start fires. But in these circumstances, under these conditions, i figured to hell with them and their damn traditions.

I stayed inside and performed a little ritual of my own in the toilet. A very satisfying ritual it was at that.

Apparently they had a little trouble getting it started.

No shit? in this 150 mph wind, that's hard to believe. But they did, after some time, eventually get it started. I was impressed.

So i joined them outside after they'd got it going. In these photos you can tell by the flames just how windy it was.

(Photo By Pat S.)

Now if you stood on one side of the fire, you'd assuredly catch on fire yourself. If you stood on the opposite, safe side, you wouldn't even warm up.

(Photo By Pat S.)

So here is Mike opting for the unsafe side, because he was, "fucking cold".

Yes Mike had become very upset with nature at this point and after much cursing and ranting, but only after much cursing and ranting, got so fed up he marched up to the warm cabin without another thought of tradition.

There are few times i get to see mike so frustrated and it usually has to do with some sort of natural phenomenon, like horse flies bitting him in the summer time or, like here, the wind chill bitting him in winter. But it's always very amusing. Nature has it's ways of becoming his arch-enemy.

So Pat and Myself stayed out a little while longer and caught up on each other's lives a little.

Then i went in. And Pat proved himself the real man of the bunch by staying out there, like, for another half hour or something.

Inside Mike had already started preparing dinner: not-dogs, and beans, and hot-chocolate soy milk. A dinner made for a vegan king. Here he is preparing the hot-soy chocolate.

(Photo By Pat S.)

I tried distracting Mike from the Oscars by making him watch a Sara Silverman episode i had on my computer. He tried watching it, but every now and then, his eyes would wander from the show to the Oscars on t.v.

After the Oscars were finished, we all watched a little "Mining Today" a very gripping news-ish show about how the mining industry is doing. No just kidding, it wasn't gripping - more like surreal.

The next day we were awoken by some f**k-head shoveling the snow off our porch. We had toast for breakfast. I downloaded a shit-load of music from Pat's cool MP3 player. And Pat went off to pay for our stay at the cabin - again as if only two people were staying there.

Here is a morning panoramic view of the place taken by Pat. Pretty cool. He even got a view of the annoying shed with it's door that kept slamming open and shut for us in the middle of the night. Our cabin was the one next to it on the left.

(Photo By Pat S. - Click To Enlarge)

Here's a better view of our cabin. You can see the fire pit on the very bottom left edge of this crop.

(Cropped From Photo Above - Click To Enlarge)

Then there was this dog. "Molly" i think, was it's name. We knew this from the guest-comments book in the cabin that Mike and I had read.

Everybody seemed to love this dog. We hated the dog. It just sat on the porch all morning like it was expecting us to come out and pet it or something. Who could like such an assuming beast? Those people who wrote those adoring comments must have been retarded.

Pat, who was taking pictures all morning, got a picture of just exactly what this "Molly" thing did all fucking morning.

(Photo By Pat S.)

So after cleaning up a bit and waiting for this stupid mutt to get off the goddamn porch we gathered our things and left.

Here are some photos of us leaving: