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Sunday morning, I woke up in my tent in the Broughton Strait Campground in Port McNeill. A couple of hours ago, Abe had told me he was leaving & I'd got up, still in the sleeping bag, opened the door & hugged him goodbye.
Abe, driving from Bamfield to Port McNeill, had been surprised & disappointed that I can't drive. Anticipating this, I'd bought him a peanut butter cookie which seemed an acceptable substitute. Abe's an amazing guy who's worked with Kwakwak'wak (sp?) people, studying their relationship to the earth for his thesis. He was raised Catholic, possibly why he didn't like Elisabeth's joke about hookers & blow in relation to the three hours of sleep he got on our last Friday in Bamfield. He passed out within 10 minutes of arriving at Elisabeth's campsite, after I told him he could sleep in her tent because he's taller & it was larger.
I staggered out of the tent and wished Elisabeth and Ryan good mornings and hashbrowns. I hoped for hashbrowns. My desire for hashbrowns eventually manifested in delicious, Ryan-made hashbrowns. We headed over to the grocery store and picked up half a watermelon, then around the corner to Ryan's mom's apartment. She was away for the weekend, so this would be their third breakfast in a row there. Breakfast was enormous, and delicious, and I did the dishes. Always I carry my trusty little jar of vegemite, in case of toast!
Ryan & Elisabeth are so in love, it's heartwarming. They're 22, she's in her first real relationship, & she's not coming back to school in the fall. Instead, they are biking to Mexico. He works in the bike shop in Port McNeill and is one with his bike.
I asked if there was a structure to the day, and Ryan responded "lots of enjoyment." This became a suggestion to bike to Telegraph Cove. As we set out (I borrowed a beautiful pink & teal Fiori from the Shed), Elisabeth mentioned that it was 33 km to Telegraph Cove. I hadn't ridden in a month, but I was enthusiastic! Or, I was in Port Elisabeth, game to do Elisabeth things. I love that girl so much I'm silly when I'm around her. Guess that's called INFATUATION.
I didn't notice a bodily odour (maybe mine was too strong? haven't brushed my hair in a month!) but she told me a sad, sexist coworker story. Earlier in the spring she was working in one area of forestry (planting? logging?) with men, and had a great time shooting the shit with them. She's been moved to engineering, where her coworkers are all women who wear makeup. One of them has lodged a complaint about Elisabeth's smell. Another one, whom Elisabeth gave some clothes to (Elisabeth loves giving away clothes, and keeps the stretchy shorts and baggy pants while giving away the designer jeans), said the clothes smelled & she'd had to wash them.
WTF? I mean, Barret's room smelled, but I didn't tell him this after he was kind enough to let me sleep in it!
Basically, it's okay for the men in the business to smell but not okay for people with vaginas to also sweat and smell like they work in the bush.
TO BE CONTINUED
Abe, driving from Bamfield to Port McNeill, had been surprised & disappointed that I can't drive. Anticipating this, I'd bought him a peanut butter cookie which seemed an acceptable substitute. Abe's an amazing guy who's worked with Kwakwak'wak (sp?) people, studying their relationship to the earth for his thesis. He was raised Catholic, possibly why he didn't like Elisabeth's joke about hookers & blow in relation to the three hours of sleep he got on our last Friday in Bamfield. He passed out within 10 minutes of arriving at Elisabeth's campsite, after I told him he could sleep in her tent because he's taller & it was larger.
I staggered out of the tent and wished Elisabeth and Ryan good mornings and hashbrowns. I hoped for hashbrowns. My desire for hashbrowns eventually manifested in delicious, Ryan-made hashbrowns. We headed over to the grocery store and picked up half a watermelon, then around the corner to Ryan's mom's apartment. She was away for the weekend, so this would be their third breakfast in a row there. Breakfast was enormous, and delicious, and I did the dishes. Always I carry my trusty little jar of vegemite, in case of toast!
Ryan & Elisabeth are so in love, it's heartwarming. They're 22, she's in her first real relationship, & she's not coming back to school in the fall. Instead, they are biking to Mexico. He works in the bike shop in Port McNeill and is one with his bike.
I asked if there was a structure to the day, and Ryan responded "lots of enjoyment." This became a suggestion to bike to Telegraph Cove. As we set out (I borrowed a beautiful pink & teal Fiori from the Shed), Elisabeth mentioned that it was 33 km to Telegraph Cove. I hadn't ridden in a month, but I was enthusiastic! Or, I was in Port Elisabeth, game to do Elisabeth things. I love that girl so much I'm silly when I'm around her. Guess that's called INFATUATION.
I didn't notice a bodily odour (maybe mine was too strong? haven't brushed my hair in a month!) but she told me a sad, sexist coworker story. Earlier in the spring she was working in one area of forestry (planting? logging?) with men, and had a great time shooting the shit with them. She's been moved to engineering, where her coworkers are all women who wear makeup. One of them has lodged a complaint about Elisabeth's smell. Another one, whom Elisabeth gave some clothes to (Elisabeth loves giving away clothes, and keeps the stretchy shorts and baggy pants while giving away the designer jeans), said the clothes smelled & she'd had to wash them.
WTF? I mean, Barret's room smelled, but I didn't tell him this after he was kind enough to let me sleep in it!
Basically, it's okay for the men in the business to smell but not okay for people with vaginas to also sweat and smell like they work in the bush.
TO BE CONTINUED