Too much party scene, too much Charlie Sheen

Woke up this morning to a continuous storm. After weeks of procrastinating because the weather has been so beautiful, I have missed the chance to waterproof my tent. The raft that is anchored out on the lake for almost exclusive use by an army of ducks has fought its way loose, and there are various pairs of waterfowl paddling around looking lost.

I have a million and a half things to do today and no desire to do any of them. Clean the car. Pack everything I need for the next three months into a duffel bag and a dry sack. Wash piles of clothes. Break into Kory's Clash of Clans account and destroy it utterly. I used to laugh at women who complained about their partner's addiction to cell phone or video games (it could be worse, yes?), but now I get it. 100% on board with these fellow sufferers.

Do you guys ever get this sick feeling that you are forever destined to be poor? I heard this morning that a girl a year younger than me is in her 4th year of medical school (not sure if I believe that. The years don't really add up) and her longtime partner is a trainee helicopter pilot. And you kind of think to yourself, shit. Where the hell are the life skills that I was promised? 

So, yes. We're driving north tomorrow and should be in Whitehorse the evening of the first. I got your letter, Ritch, so I'll write back to you from there. Maybe we will camp at Boya Lake?

Yeah, I think I could handle that.

Hope you are both well and beautiful.

Dean Potter

Stops and Starts

Hey girlies.

It has been so long since anyone has posted on here. This tiny corner of the interwebs has a lost feeling to it.

Let's see. I know that Emma recently embarked on a West Coast adventure with plenty of sand and bears and stinky men. I have seen photos of Sarah surrounded by dogs and music. Here in this neck of the literal woods, the days have been stretching into absurdly long, sunny portions, permeated by the occasional family heartache and visits by people in rowboats and canoes. The bees are searching out early summer dandelions. Chickens were roaming free through the neighbor's backyard until a coyote caught onto a good thing. High school acquaintances have either changed drastically or still manage to function in a time capsule of small-town bitterness. I spend a fair amount of time on sun-soaked mossy trails and guilty stretches on my laptop.
 
Over and out.

PS. This is obviously not my photo. It is of a lady named Annie Stephen and was taken at Aishihik Lake, which is an amazing stretch of country but also could do with a few less fall-offy cliffs.