my Life at the Shuswap - Part 2

Befor I continue this saga of love and Marriage, let me highlight this day which Arta initiated by laying out some chores while I still lay in bed thinking about getting up. Re-attach the handrails removed and repainted yesterday; get my new glasses; do my daily assignent of blogging my memoirs; go to supper at Mirandas. All have been attended to and I am now doing my Blogging. As I got set up to blog I ran across Richards last post to Larch Haven. That was just great, especially the pictures: Grandpa Miles Johnson worked on the rigs when they were drilling the Taber Oil fields. Drove an old madel A Ford Pickup with a passenger cabin on the back for fellow rig helpers. They didnt do any dietional drilling in those days however. I learned so much from your post Rich that I had not had explained to me before. Thanks for sharing!

As I was eating my breakfast before doing my chores I watches a TV show about icebreakers. It turned out to be one that dealt with the northwestern Arctic where I cooked for geologists and airport builders. Since I ended part one of my blog in this very same part of the arctic - Inuvik and Sachs Harbour - I excused myself for taking an hour watching it since it was a pefect way to re-enthuse myself for today's blogging chore. As Arta drove me to the optometrists to take care of my "glasses", I told her how much the documentary on the Arctic had enthused me about my blog for the day; she mentioned that today's Globe and Mail had an article on the arctic, and I promised to read it. I did; it was a brief essay called "The Arctic imprints itself on your Heart." I loved it so much that I was willing to type the whole thing into my blog for everyone to enjoy: it was so beautifully expressive of my own experience. Arta wisely said write your own essay, so I will just refer to it as published on August 13, 2011 page T4, Written by David P Silcox.

I had a wonderfull visit with Chris, Joan, Andrew and Miranda, but especially with Chris who shared so many touching experiences of his life, and I can see why Richard loves to go hunting with him: what a wonderfully genuine person he is.