who needs a speed limit

so three days of hiking up mountains makes you sore and tired. right now more tired than sore. work tomorrow is going to be tres sore. i think we hiked something like 30k in total. plus climbed like two mountains. and drove a lot on highways.

canmorians are loud at night. lots of canmorians are members of the God Squad. canmorians must live in some secret cave in the side of a mountain cause it's pretty much impossible to find a house there. canmorians must have brain implants that allow them to deal with constant waves of asian and american tourists. the All American Boys Choir bus got a lot of bad looks as it tried to make it around a corner and forced a big line of cars to reverse cause the driver of the full sized coach piece of shit was a dickhead. canmorians who work in the Sobey's and Safeway better not be the representative future of that community or it's doomed.

so second night there i took me mom to this east indian fusion type place called Zona's for dinner. fucking tasty yo. anyway, we walk in and right on the inside right of the door theres this big long table with like twelve hotties and one dude. and while im laughing to myself at the dude i watch the chick nearest the door look up, look me up and down, nudge her friend who proceeds to do the same, and so it went down the table, followed by the head angleed down hand up to try and cover the mouth and make some kind of comment that probly isnt "boy he's fugly!". or maybe not. i dunno, im a guy so really, who much can i know. whatever. it was funny. same thing happened on the highway driving home. car full of chicks. that was more funny. like you're going 130 down the highway, so what are you supposed to do? spin a doughnut? meh.

the hike we did on the second day was probly the best one. went up to this backcountry campsite which i totally want to backpack up to and camp there cause theres like 3 lakes in a 2 k radius which are fucking amazing. the one thats not next to the campsite thats about 1.1k up the side of a mountain thats a bit forest but mostly scree is awesome. i heart scree trails. something about climbing up a mountain side made of loose rubble appeals to me. there were a couple of trails i would have ratehr tried but i didnt want my mom to fall off the side of a mountain. so next time. anyway, this second lake...Lower Galatea...it's this big tarn thats completely surrounded by three different peaks and it's so deep that it makes it completely dark blue. if i had brought another pair of shorts with me in my pack i probly would have just just right in. but i didnt. next time. and there were like a dozen germans there on the shore and this one old german dude just jumped right in and swam around for a bit and climbed out and started to yodel and it was so cool cause it totally echoed in the little valley. on our way back down the trail i thought maybe i should have asked the guy to show me how to yodel like that.

oh and a squirrel followed us for a while.

so then on the way back i noticed something. there are never any women driving RVs. the RVs that arent trailers are pretty much always driven by old grey haired men. the RVs that are trailers are always pulled by pickups with guys who look like theyre in their mid 40s and have beaters on, wear beat up looking hats, and have mustaches. i dont know if having a mustache means that theyre more likely to have a trailer, but thats what it looks like.

also, you can totally tell who the american tourists are cause they're old and wear big dumb hats and have pants that just scream "IM FROM THE SOUTHERN STATES AND CAME HERE ON A BUS!!!"

who needs a speed limit