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Sunday, thumb out, get a ride from an American in a working vehicle who takes me right to works door.
Early. Not even 10:00. It says something about the area when hitchhiking is a more reliable form of transport than driving.
Well, maybe it says something about what I drive as well...
Anyways, homeless girl, still in her car on the ferry landing - what, 3 weeks now?
The day spent cleaning, organizing the cooler. The kitchen cooks up the last of the chicken wings and dry ribs, drop them off to homeless and she's grateful.
I'm surprised, I'd tried a few, they were - to put it generously, disgusting, but even disgusting tastes good if you're hungry enough.
Work wraps around 3:30, all cleaning is done. Or as much as is going to be done.
Now, thumb out to get back to Nelson, but, what's the rush? I've no dinner waiting for me and so I offer homeless, hungry, dinner, if she'll drive.
Unsurprisingly she's down. Only - only - her car won't start. Battery is dead. And so after another hour of fucking around and her apologizing for the state of her car/home (and - she doesn't understand - but she's apologizing to me - TO ME! which is hilarious, if she'd ever looked into my jeep....).
Eventually we make it. Dinner, glass of wine, light conversation as to her circumstances, books, films. Her taste in books, not so good, largely salvaged from the free piles, but she proves surprisingly film literate, and so we compare notes on a few favorites.
You can tell, she's glad to get out of her head. I know the feeling, it's not always a welcoming place.
She has advice about housing as well, to get into stepping-stones, they'll move me into the North-Shore Inn, cheap rent...
This is not an option, but it is good to know there are resources.
And my good deed done I buy her a mickey, me a mickey, pay for gas and that's the end of the restaurant, the end of our date, probably I should have invited her back to the jeep, only it's a mess, and, really, there's a special hell for those that prey on vulnerable women and so now it's back to the real world of 100 things too long postponed and overlooked. The winter should be busy.
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The last few days at the restaurant pass, cards from customers wishing you the best, Friday, Saturday, Sunday pass and then it's' done. Stupid tips, even to these the end of days.
Throw away my shoes, 2 pairs this season, from new to split through the soles, throw away shirts that saw second and third lives, should have been thrown away weeks, months before. Pack up your ties and waistcoats, load up the jeep, return to Nelson. The dire wobble of the front tire, held on by 2 lug nuts, this will be it's final run.
Now for the big unpack, resort, laundry and begin in earnest to try and find a place to live.
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The restaurant, normal operations, is done, but there is still the clusterfuck of cleaning to be addressed.
Return on Wednesday to find out there were no plans to clean, this is it, a ton of work left to be done to close the place down properly, put it to sleep for the season, but everyone is already madly off in their own directions. Will return on Friday to finish this off, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, probably into next week, all this postponing work just drags the season out, but it's over.
Sleep, Wednesday night, I have dreams of girls with full breasts and plump asses, the first time in quite a while my mind has been a friendly place...
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Another Poster, there's so many alternative business models out here it boggles the brain. This one is a little more creative, I should meet her
Link: https://www.lovesshaman.com/
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Sunday, a brilliant day, Autumn sunshine and I'm heading North, back to the meadows. I've supplies, bananas, oranges, some olives, grapes, trail mix, not hearty but this isn't a pleasure trip.
And past Cooper creek it begins, the wobble on the passenger front tire. Get gas. Look at the tire - it appears the lug nuts have come loose again. Only now they're not tightening, not loosening, merely spinning. 2/5, maybe 3 out of the 5.
This is a problem. The Jeep, I know, precarious condition at best, but to attempt to travel up the mountain - 12 KM rough roads, 6 KM in 4 WD, well, I don't want to be walking down again.
And I would be walking down again.
Tighten as best I can and return to Nelson, I can have a mechanic look at it on Thursday. This is the quickest. And so again I'm couch surfing, bored, I should not be, there's no excuse, I have much to do but my mind is still at the top of the mountain, digging, what I have to do - writing, painting, etc - can be done indoors when the cool weather comes.
It's the rush to make hay at the end of summer.
On that note I mentioned a prospector who came in a few weeks ago, breathless about some pegmatites he found above the dark sky preserve. And I'm on the MTO looking up some land use around Ymir when zooming in I notice it. He's claimed at least 10, 000 hectares in the district I used to go for my black tourmaline and aquamarine.
Looking at costs...$20, 000 per year. Minimum. He's a variety of claims up there, but this is an expensive gamble. All these claims laid in the past 3 weeks. From approximately the night he showed up drunk in the restaurant talking about all the pegmatites he found. I look him up - exploration geologist for a gold mining company based out of Vancouver.
Hmmmm.
Somehow I'm a little annoyed.
Anyways, Jeep fixed with luck tomorrow. And I've managed to squeeze in an appointment with the Dentist, so - days not entirely wasted. This weekend, the last at the restaurant, then the deep clean - how many days? 2? 3? We'll see. Then it's off, spend the last snow-free weeks digging at the summit...
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Update. Talked to Mechanic. Jeep won't be getting fixed. Will be lucky if it survives to Balfour for my last few days of work. Time, now, to find another...
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As the police described her, last weeks dine & dasher.
Even as I write this she's parked out on the Ferry landing, she's newspapers and blankets hung up over her windows, in the afternoon she takes them down.
She doesn't get out of her car, instead opting to sit inside for 14, 16 hours a day, on her cell-phone, playing Candy Crush.
It's insane and I'm curious - she's not so visibly marginal as many of our more established residents, so - what's up? Who do you call? Clearly there's been some sort of mental schism or break, but what, and how to remedy? Because this is madness, and if she was low on resources last week where precisely is she now? And all this whittling of time with Candy Crush...she's postponing some hard choices and who can you direct her to for assistance, guidance, because clearly the girl's in over her head.