Be Nice to me or I’ll Blog About You

  After, two hundred and thirty-one days, twenty-six thousand kilometres, four provinces, twenty-seven US States, three countries (For a look at the interactive map click here) and approximately eighty bottles of red wine, give or take a few, and a ferry ride, we are back home in the Comox Valley. That means we are back on the hunt…

No Complaining No Explaining

Shelley: John. Ever since we started climbing, well over fifteen years ago, Yosemite’s been on my bucket list. And now, with less than a week before we head to Canada, we’re on our way. Whhooooheee! How lucky is that? Pretty darn lucky, I’d say. Much luckier than this poor forest. Yosemite, where the hardcore, hard ass climbers from all over the world…

Dude

John: OK, we’ll meet you at the rugby pitch before 10. Andrew: Sounds good. See you tomorrow. Shelley: Wait! Andrew! This is your mom. Andrew: Hello mother. Shelley: Stop saying, “Hello mother.” I know it’s a line straight out of “Psycho.” I also know that Norman kills his mother in that movie. Andrew: And your…