Just when you think you’ve seen it all the Canadian Rockies… A stunning ice cave we stumbled upon a couple of days ago. Perhaps 50-60 metres deep, and full of stunning formations.
Have a great weekend everyone and happy exploring! @kahliaprilphoto
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talking to my dad is a freaking minefield. Today at dinner I asked him if he’d ever been to New York City in the 90′s and he was like, “nope. Only in the 70′s to donate blood for my mom in the hospital while she was dying from leukemia.” I swear I didn’t even know my grandmother had leukemia (may she rest in peace). This is worse than the time I asked him if he’d ever had riding lessons and he said, “not since my childhood lesson pony burned to death in a barn fire in Kentucky.”
he just did it again! I was making small talk while we were carrying in the groceries like, “yeah I have a taser in my purse but I’ve never gotten to use it,” and he goes, “I’ve been tasered before it’s not fun. Neither was waterboarding.”
wtf dad
latest edition:
me: I found a bottle of vic’s vapo rub in the cabinet that expired in 2002 but it was fine.
my dad: Oh I don’t touch that stuff but guys I worked with used it to mask the smell of bodies that’d been dead for a while.
answering a few questions:
@heywriters – From what he’s told me his job was a bit like what Jack Ryan does it that TV show, except with more paperwork and fewer explosions (but still some explosions). (And I’m sure if I made him watch that show he’d complain about how inaccurate everything was.)
@yellowfeathersfall – That’s precisely why I stopped asking years ago.
@unicornbr3ad – Prolly not, but you’d be amazed how often I get asked that. Lots of mysterious old dads who speak Russian and have PTSD out there.
@decemberfame – Right?? I told him to write a book but he said people would hate the condescending tone in his writing and, you know what, he’s probably right. For all the crazy adventures he’s had, he’s still stuffier than a taxidermied moose.
Writing something that you are so deeply engrossed in that you lose track of time, forget to resume your music, and you just legitimately love to the point it doesn’t feel like work … there’s not a feeling quite like it.
