Location: Northern Saskatchewan
It's been three weeks plus a day since I left for this project.
I'm headed home on Wednesday, and I can't wait.
I want to see my girlfriend. I want to see my dog. I want to see my friends. And I need to go fishing.
Exploration camps are usually pretty enjoyable for me; I like the 'smallness' of them & the camaraderie among the people there.
Mine sites are (apparently) a different story: the dregs of modern day society permeate this place (way too many MMA shirts & wannabes for a project site here, btw...).
I travel to work to get away from that shit (and to make some money to finance my fishing 'career').
Unfortunately I'm surrounded by it here.
As I tweeted the other day, perhaps reading too much Edward Abbey and Carl Hiaasen at an impressionable age is coming back to bite me in the ass.
At least I'm tying flies:
Building an army of Clousers to pass the time... |
Here's one of his tracks from a few years back.
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