Buzadero
462 posts
Jul 07, 2010
3:32 PM
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Greetings.
Very refreshing to come back up on the porch and find the whole bunch of you solidly entrenched in aggressive repartee about all sorts of silly subject matter. I would get sanctimonious and advise to “get a life”, but I’m afraid this might be it.
Alas, I am only here for a short time. Then I return to seek my fortune in the Great White North.
I left on my motorcycle from the house 17June. Campstove, bed-roll, flyrod and wallet. Hooked up with two buddies in Oregon and rolled on. Right about then, plans began to change and I was unable to get my buds to agree to let me hook up with OldWailer. Sorry, dude.
Spent a little time chucking flies and communing with a campfire, beef and bourbon along the North Umpqua River, along the stretch that Zane Grey claimed was his favorite fishing spot on earth. Had so much fun, we barely made it to the ferry at Bellingham. That was important, as it allowed us to avoid Canadian Customs (and all the drama and forbiddens that they entail).
Spent an absolutely fantastic few days in transit to Juneau. I recommend it to anyone. The Alaska Marine Highway people allow you to camp out on the back deck if you are too cheap to book the big bucks and long advance times of an actual cabin. They have deck chaises where you can flop in a sleeping bag under the fantail awning, and open spaces where you can pitch a tent. Very user friendly. I’ve done this a few times over the years and it is magical in the long northern summer evenings if you happen to get some musical types in the mix. On this particular run, at any given time we had three or four guitars, people singing, and even more harps than just little old me. Great fun.
Landed in Juneau in the early morning, had some hearty breakfast and Bloody Mary’s, bought our AK fishing licenses, then hit the road for Fairbanks. Got there in time to receive my dive gear from the nice folks at FedEx and get it stashed. Spent a couple of nights getting familiar with the Project, then grabbed a series of flights back home so I could celebrate my 25th anniversary with a herd of friends and family at a huge Independence Day barbecue and hootenanny.
I’m just now forensically wading through my emails and assorted online interests. This site cracks me up. Get a life and stop being so aggressive with each other.
Harmonicas, people. Simple, honest, harmonicas. They are inanimate toys that squeak. Granted, in the wrong hands they are deadly. But…… lighten up. Very interesting to read back through an entire thread and see just how aggro people are at each other at what is essentially the drop of a hat.
I also see that I need to meet the New Dog (same as the Old Dog, won’t get fooled again).
And, Buddhi, sorry to hear about the passing of your friend.
Old Wailer, I’ll see what I can do about connecting with you on the backhaul.
The Esteemed Mr. Heumann, I’ll be routing myself through Geezerville and come get myself an Ultimate 57 as a party favor for myself. Don’t worry, I’ll give you plenty of advanced warning. By the time I get back to the house, I’ll be ready to fire up an amp.
Carry on kids. Be good to each other. I’ll be ‘woodshedding’ all Summer long. You might think about backing off the keyboard yourselves. Just a thought……..
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~Buzadero
Underwater Janitor, Patriot
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