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New Roads in Ordinary Time...
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(Views from the Sat Night Milford Lake Excursion)
South, for my day off, checking out new roads I've never explored, there are still a few...
The day, gorgeous, the highway, driving the shoulder to let everyone pass, I need a combine or something so people understand, one of those warning blinking "Yield" signs on my rear window like they have on Snowplows or Sanding Trucks, hazards, this is bloody torture. Evenings I should drive to my destination, so that I don't snarl traffic, it's so bad I have to speed up to get through construction zones and it's a relief to get onto the logging roads where the road sets a speed limit I can maintain.
First up, Porto Rico Road, 10 KM or so up, the rocks, all ultramafic basalts, some shales (not fossiliferous), musical, you check them, throw them back, a pleasing ringing sound. A bust, but great views of the Salmo Valley. It would be interesting if only for gold or metals, the rust colored patina they all acquire shortly after breaking suggests possibilities if only you could find some Quartz stringers, notably absent.
(Basalts, ultramafic, bedding suggests they might make for good black countertops)
(View down the Salmo Valley)
A bust.
This is the job.
Next stop, slowly slowly down towards the Beaver Valley thrift shop, where I turn up a UV Flashlight, $1.00, then on to the Dollarama in Trail to get batteries for the many headlights and flashlights I've acquired.
Then back, this is the furthest I'm going south, way back stop at Champion Lakes, always curious what lies there, home of the Western Painted Turtle, I'm curious, how did they get up here? A (herd, flock, swarm) of discontented turtles making a wagon train, working their way upstream, I never thought of turtles as adventurous, but - clearly here again I'm a victim of my own prejudice because here they are...
Anyways, charming beaches and campsites, a great camping location for families with young children.
(Views of the Champion Lakes, home of the Western Canadian Painted Turtle)
Eerie Creek FSR, the dust, the dust, my laundry, why did I do, the dash, seats, me, covered in the dust blowing in through my window, the rocks the same, the ultramafic basalts that break black and weather to red or yellow, some beds of quartzite, again no quartz or intrusions that might offer up hope for crystals or gems.
(fresh roadcuts, always a good thing, but nothing exposed of interest...)
(roadside stacks)
And that's it...
Neolithic Quarry, Milford Lake
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Having worked the early shift Saturday I'm off to investigate a few prospects out Kaslo way. Archeological surveys suggest there's a Neolithic quarry north of Kaslo at the headwaters to Milford Creek, and so I find the appropriate logging road and I'm off...
This logging road, 10KM long, rough and what's left of my exhaust is scraping the dirt about to fall off...slowly slowly up and up.
It makes it, surprise surprise, and I get out to explore. Milford Lake, headwaters of Milford Creek, thick brush, more a small pond than lake, solitary campsite with a sign-in book that complains largely about the road...
Exploring is brief, the mosquitos will be overwhelming come dusk and so I head back done, stopping at the roadcuts along the way.
The rocks, heavily metamorphic mudstones, and in the veins of quartz I find the chert nodules. Quality varies, I collect a few with some hard banging then continue down the mountain. When the trees break there's great views of Kootenay Lake, I must be a KM above it at least, and no trace of snow.
Back in Kaslo I head on the highway North West to spend the night.
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Night spent, morning is spent gathering coffee in town, French Toast, 2 slices, $13.00, coffee $4.00 per cup, and people say we're expensive...
Then off to walk the banks of the river, collecting more flint nodules, better quality, the water has polished them much like the arrowheads I've found, how long does it take? I mean, I've found flakes with sharp edges, but the longer they lay in the sand and waves the more they come to resemble just pieces of Chert, no longer discarded tools erosion has smoothed all their rough edges and knapping marks...
Other rocks, none of interest other than for possible mixed media projects that hinge upon me finding a time and place to get them started...
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Sunday night, slow, working with T* who is not so competent I'm discovering, and she's having a rant about the tip out, thinks it's too much, unfair, and I hate to break it to her but it's literally half of what anyone in town is paying to the house, but she doesn't get it and the squeaky wheel may soon be replaced...
Customers, a couple of good ones, the rest, well, should have hung a wreathe of garlic on the door and sprinkled it with Holy Water...
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Monday, up and ready to go to Gym, days off, only now H***** is texting me, 7:00 AM, she's sick, heatstroke, too long in the sun yesterday, could I please, pretty please, work her shift for her....
This is fucking annoying. I'm working 6 days a week now, 4, 5 hour shifts, no chance to go anywhere, she's working two and this is the second time this month she's dropped one..."I really need this job" she'd told me in confidence, nope, she doesn't, and yet - here we are, her second absence, 2 shifts a week and she's 50/50, next time it'll be a bee-sting or Lyme disease or the blueberries need harvesting or a favorite laying hen needs to go to the vet...
The excuses are a bit much and I'm getting pissed, here on a day off when I should be off on a hundred other adventures, and this is not going to be the pattern for my summer...
The Hipster Bar, Bonsai Kittens
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Thursday night in town (Gym Friday Morning) - JR. wants to show me a pop-up hipster cocktail bar beneath *****, classic, a back-alley entrance, in a sub-basement 3 stories deep, windowless hole that seats about 20 people, dark but a good ambience, they know him because he orders fancy overpriced "Mocktails", or to put it more bluntly they caught his name because he's the "Shirley Temple" guy.
A little leatherette cocktail book with a list of cocktails, their own "patented" mixologies, the smoked-cedar-plank old fashioned, infused liquors, vinegars, specialty bitters, they've 2 bartenders/servers, classic hipster types with long beards, hair tied back, "in the fashion", 1 DJ, they can't keep up, it's that classic bumble-fuck Kootenay service...
Have our drinks, check out the crowd, JR. chats up the bartenders, then on to a more classic old-school Nelson bar, where JR. orders a real drink and somehow gets inebriated and we're talking about nonsense, par usual, when he mentions the "Bonsai Kittens", an internet thing when the internet was still young and interesting, and it turns out that he believed it, thought it was horribly cruel, and I have to break it to him, it was, like so much of the internet, a complete and utter hoax, merely somebody practicing their photoshop skills, and he didn't know, and I'm thinking who doesn't fact check this stuff?
Mont Blanc, Cross, etc
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Heading to work Friday and I come across the first garage sale of the weekend, just setting up. A box of pens, I pick through them:
6 Pens, 1 Mont Blanc, 4 Cross, 1 Schaeffer. "How Much?"... "A dollar?". I give him $10, it's all I have, there are limits to how badly I can take advantage of somebody.
Saturday morning, the promise of Friday's hit fresh in my glove-box, off early, there are a variety of sales to be hit. Tools, tools, some I need, but no place to store, and so I pass, some I need and I can't pass up on, 2 Dremel's for $6.00, 5 flashlights/headlamps, $10.00, an air-pistol, $10.00 - this for a colleague at work whom I have a business proposition for...
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