How To Have a Day

Thursday 12 in Canada is Friday 13 in NZ

1. Drive to Whistler
2. Seek out and scour last-known location of backpack
3. Search forested area around last-known location of backpack
4. Report loss of backpack to RCMP*
5. Report loss of backpack to Whistler-Blackcomb Guest Services (Lost Property)
6. Watch some crazy people doing massive jumps on bikes (Slopestyle qualifiers)
7. Drive to Squamish
8. Ride recommended bike loop, including some sketchy structures. Be underwhelmed by trail quality, due in part to progressively-more-annoying progressively-noisier pedal
10. Drive half an hour to bit-grubby campground
11. Eat delicious foods
12. Remove pedal and clean
13. Be surprised that cleaning pedal should have such a markedly-successful noisiness-reduction effect
14. Wave at children walking handbag-dogs round campground
15. Wave ineffectively at mosquitoes which, unlike everywhere else in the world, appear to prefer the taste of hairy feral guy to that of Lovely Wife
16. Reassure Lovely Wife that divorce is not imminent, despite primary purpose** FAIL
17. Be startled by bat flying past a handspan in front of face
18. Go to sleep in Reaper
19. Be woken up by man yelling and shining torch directly at Reaper windows. Figure out he's looking for one of the handbag dogs, which has absconded while being walked off-leash
20. Check watch
21. Wonder what the hell yelling, torch-shining man is doing walking handbag dogs off-leash at 11pm
22. Go back to sleep
23. Be woken up by stowaway mouse which has somehow managed to survive two weeks in the Reaper with no food source
24. Go back to sleep
25. Be woken up by man yelling and shining torch directly at Reaper windows. Figure out he's looking for one of the handbag dogs, which has absconded while being walked off-leash
26. Check watch
27. Wonder what the hell yelling torch-shining man is doing walking handbag dogs off-leash at 2am
28. Go back to sleep
29. Be woken up by stowaway mouse
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* = Royal Canadian Mounted Police. I believe they were once mounted on horses, but I'm not sure how often they do that nowadays - apart from the ones in cars, I've seen officers on foot, on motorcycles, and on mountain-bikes, but no horses. Mmmmmmm... delicious horses...

** = Mosquito-bait. She's my tethered goat.