Michael Pealow never ceases to amaze me with sports and activities I've literally never heard of before. Never *imagined* before. Up in the frozen North, for instance, they amuse themselves in outdoor contests of skill wherein dogs pull people on skis. (The dogs do not wear skis.) Truly life at my latitude is a damp hand towel by comparison. Now every time I pass someone being walked briskly by an eager canine, I shall mentally strap skis to their feet, mentally pull their pants down around their ankles, and laugh heartily and mentally to myself.
On a related note, I watched a copy of "Alone in the Wilderness" recently (thanks, Dana), in which a tough Alaskan chap builds his own cabin in the bush with hand tools, why not. He then proceeds to spend the next 30 years by himself in the cabin in the wilderness with nothing for company but a canoe and a sizeable blueberry patch. I immediately thought of Michael. Of course Michael would have the canoe, blueberry patch, AND Fawn and Jade, but he is definitely the type.
On a related note, I watched a copy of "Alone in the Wilderness" recently (thanks, Dana), in which a tough Alaskan chap builds his own cabin in the bush with hand tools, why not. He then proceeds to spend the next 30 years by himself in the cabin in the wilderness with nothing for company but a canoe and a sizeable blueberry patch. I immediately thought of Michael. Of course Michael would have the canoe, blueberry patch, AND Fawn and Jade, but he is definitely the type.
Neat! I just found out they've got that film at our local library.
If I can't live the dream, I can at least watch it on TV...
And the next time you're visiting the Yukon, we'll go skijoring or bikejoring. I'm sure we could scrounge up a dog or two to pull you.
Hmmm, I'm undecided as to whether *I'm* the type, so the "having Fawn and Jade" part *might* be questionable...