I once called this home for 10 weeks......

[sgotwalks]

Just digging around for an old photo and I came across this shots from the bush again. Ten weeks of rain, shine, bears, bugs and sore fucking muscles living in this tent way the fuck out in the middle of nowhere. That was good times! Yes, it was work related.

 

[Priziesthorse]

What's it like masturbating in a tent for 10 weeks?

 

[sgotwalks]

What's it like masturbating in a tent for 10 weeks?

It's alright......surrounded by the sweet sounds of nature and all. Been there and done that, but I did mention that on this occasion the ole lady was living in that tent with me right? Ya, that shitty little tent was a two person home for 10 weeks, lol! When it got wet, it really got fucking wet. On most days if you left the tent door open for more than a few seconds you were spending a good hour clapping your hands on mosquitoes buzzing around your head. I wish I had some video of that whole experience, but sadly that was pre digital era..........I think these pics are from the summer of 98.

 

[sgotwalks]

 

[Priziesthorse]

What did you typically eat?

 

[sgotwalks]

We were working on a tree brushing crew up in the northern part of BC and there were probably about 20 of us in a camp about 50 km's back from the nearest hwy., called the Moorekill Valley. It was also the drop zone for all the troublesome bears that they had to relocate out of Jasper. We saw black bears pretty much every day, sometimes closer than you would like........but they're pretty cool!

We had two camp cooks who fed us like fucking champions. Some of the best food I've ever had in my life...........so no, we were roughing it but we weren't exactly living off the fat of the land, with the exception of a shitload of wild berries throughout the work day.

 

[sgotwalks]

Here are a few pics of us working on the cut block.

The orange tube around my neck is where I kept my dubes and a lighter nice and dry.

Welcome to my lunchroom on this day. Never had the same lunchroom twice.

The views we had at times were just spectacular. I know I have some beautiful shots from a valley where we worked up high and there was a stunning turquoise glacier fed river down below. It's hard to stay bitchy long when you're slipping and sliding on the steep mountainside on the wet wood, and getting eaten alive my bugs when all you have to do is stop and look around. I'l look for those pics and scan them soon.

 

[Wild]

Man I bet that was one hell of an experience. I would probably do it sometime, just for the hell of it...get away from it all. Especially with technology we have today vs. 1998.

 

[D241]

I totally misinterpreted the title. I was expecting some sgotwalks story about how someone did him wrong and for ten weeks, he called this person's house(on the telephone to fuck with him)

This story is interesting as well. Not as vengeful, but still interesting.

 

[D241]

Man I bet that was one hell of an experience. I would probably do it sometime, just for the hell of it...get away from it all. Especially with technology we have today vs. 1998.

It's so weird because I'm so modernized however I LOVE shows about living in the wild, what do they call it homesteading, or off the radar?

Anyways, shows like mountain men, surviving alaska, I love shows where they live off the land. I would love to take a 6 week course to educate myself on everything it'd take to live off the land. How to make fire, shelter, how to find food, learn about plants/animals, I just think humans are advancing so much that we are getting further and further from our roots.

 

[BJTT-Rizzo]

Just digging around for an old photo and I came across this shots from the bush again. Ten weeks of rain, shine, bears, bugs and sore fucking muscles living in this tent way the fuck out in the middle of nowhere. That was good times! Yes, it was work related.

Where the hell you supposed to for jiu jitsu in all that vegetation? Kidding, I love the pictures.

 

[sgotwalks]

The ole lady...

My wife is fucking the dog with the German defector, Axel. I can't remember his story but he wasn't allowed to go back to Germany, and he didn't want to. I can still hear him frequently asking with alarm........"Vere's da bear?"

This would be her lunchroom on this particular day!

I think she might be crying.

On this day she was definitely crying, lol! Full fledged mental breakdown.........the bush could break the best of them on any given day, it was a total love/hate relationship. I used to laugh and snap pictures when she was having one of those days.........sometimes she would intentionally go and brush the furtherst piece on the block just to get the fuck away from me. I didn't blame her, in fact I appreciated it. It was often best we worked apart, especially since we were living in that little tent together at the end of the day, lol!

I had just grapplefucked the wife into the cold creek.

 

[Wild]

^^^ Awesome! Memories son!

 

[sgotwalks]

^^^ Awesome! Memories son!

Thank you sir! I never take for granted the opportunity I had to do this for 3 to 4 months each summer for 6 years.

 

[sgotwalks]

Bye-bye, thanks for coming out. This is where I chase everybody out of the thread because nobody likes to read a....

FRAT:
A little background story to go with this. I came out to BC from Toronto because I was getting into some serious trouble and needed a fresh start. A guy I knew from highschool who had moved away to BC to snowboard a few years earlier returned and was out having beers in the same place as me, talking about this job and how he was working as a foreman on this tree brushing crew...............I asked, "So you're up in the mountains? You see bears and shit like that?" He assured me he did and I pleaded with him to hook me up with a job that coming summer so I could get away and clear my head. I had finished serving a year in jail out of a two year (less one day) sentence and was being pulled back down a very wrong path. I had to ride out my six months of house arrest which was going to expire right around the time his season began out west.

Anyhow, buddy stepped up and landed me the job, and despite my inept ability to get lost on a mountainside during that first season, they stuck it out with me. My wife to be joined our crew from another crew for the final two weeks of the season. I worked alongside her a couple times when we were using machetes and hand tools and we struck up a conversation (something you can't do when the saws are running). After the season ended and we both ended up in the Vancouver area she tracked me down and asked me to join her for a Tragically Hip concert in Vancouver and I happily accepted, not realizing that it was on the same night as Holyfield and Tyson or I likely would have passed, but that's another story.

On our second date we got married, and we did this because the skydiving plans we had for that day fell through that when we realized they had just closed for the season. BAM!!! Just like that, I'm the 26 year old who just the day before would have sworn he would never get married, and now I was married to a girl who had just turned 22. Good fucking luck with that right?

Well, here we are going on 19 years, a couple of kids later and life is good. Never went back east to live, but I love it when I can drop in and see my friends and family in the Toronto area every year or two. However, I'm clearly all about BC now!

Going out for a couple beers that night when I pleaded with buddy to hook me up with a job out west back in 96 was the luckiest thing I ever did. Even though I didn't know him super well at the time he stuck his neck out for me even though he was very familiar with my scene. I live about a half hour away from him and his family today and I talk to him all the time.........nothing I wouldn't do for that motherfucker!

I believe most of these pics were from our third out of the six seasons in the bush together.

 

[sgotwalks]

Now for those of you who I didn't lose in the FRAT above, I will transition this thread into another very cool phase we experienced for a couple years.........living in the rustic cabin for two years, no electric heat, only an outhouse for a toilet, and socked right in by a stunningly large cedar bottom forest. We spent two years in this cabin and conceived our first child there (seriously, not a lot else to do in that cabin), and raised him there for his first 14 months of living.

 

[sgotwalks]

The wood stove was not large enough to burn through the night, so by the time we would wake up on a cold January morning we would be blowing misty smoke from our mouths. In the winter we used to play scrabble before bed and the loser would have to get up in the morning and start the fire in the stove, and believe me, it sucked to lose those games. I used to feel bad when I would hear her out there cutting kindling at 7am when she was four months pregnant, but hey, a bets a bet right?

 

[jason73]

awesome thread

 

[BJTT-Rizzo]

Yes, this stuff is right up my alley. @sgotwalks you are a grand story teller in the fashion of awesome. I will always read yo frats.

That cabin looks like it could have been in a twilight movie. I'd love to play in yo woods over there.

 

[sgotwalks]

The last few pics I'll post today.

This was the rustic little digs about a month or so after we moved in, before we replaced that awful carpet. You would be amazed how cozy and warm this place was made by that raging wood stove on the cold winter nights, even though it doesn't look cozy here. The upper loft was actually quite nice, but really it was all about what was outside that door!

......and there you are looking at the front of our open faced outhouse, lol! There was no door, but we were so private, and it was located about 50 yards up a trail leading from the back of the cabin..........you literally just looked out into some deep fucking woods! It was pretty trippy at night when you had to head up there with a flash light, or during those January cold snaps when you sometimes had to chisel a slight layer of ice off the seat before you put your ass down. However, the greatest dumps were taken on those beautiful early summer mornings when you could hear this amazing symphony of natural sounds. The ravens would swoosh over head and that sound coming from their big ole wings would resonate through the woods. A birds sanctuary on the river right behind us would only add to the music. Best place I ever shit!

 

[sgotwalks]

Thanks guys, I totally appreciate that you're enjoying the thread, and the kind words from @Frank Rizzo are amazing!

 

[sgotwalks]

Finally, a couple pics from the Slocan River, about two hundred yards down a trail behind the cabin. A nice place to go for a swim or a paddle.

This image was clearly taken during one of the shoulder seasons, either going into winter or coming out of it. She ought to slap me in the head with that paddle for wearing sandals and sicks, but you know what.........that's one place where it works.

Let me out on this little island and I'll get a picture of ya! Don't fuck around though, you come back over here and get me when I'm done, that water's cold!

Early one September morning I decided to get up and go for a paddle while the mist was still lifting off the river. I ended up getting a couple of the best pictures I've ever taken. This is the only one I have scanned at the moment, but man that is a gorgeous river!

 

[Fett_Loadin76]

That looks peaceful as fuck

 

[sgotwalks]

That looks peaceful as fuck

Peaceful personified my friend!

 

[sgotwalks]

This has nothing to do with any of it, but since these pics were in the same file I'll post them and bid you adieu!

My wife was applying for a job at this little spot just north of us in the valley. She got the job!

Truth be told this old brothel is located in the ghost town of Sandon. I'm sure Molly had things rockin back in the day! That would be Cassius Clay in the foreground!

Thanks for coming out people. Every once in a while I need to drop a sentimental ole photo thread because it keeps my gratitude flowing, and inspires me to try to keep things interesting.

The End!