.over the river and through the woods

Tomorrow I go into the bush, though apparently it's only, like, 20k outside of town. Remote? I think not. I'm having bad dreams of all my fellow planters laughing at me when I get there. They all point and laugh and bray like horses, because I packed too much. Now mind you, I think I did a better job of it this year than last. I have a good idea of what I need. Yet my bags weigh more than I :( grumble grumble fourmonthsworthofgeargrumblegrumble.
I will miss my aunt and uncle's hospitality (cultural studies students...GO!), their sweet dog, and their giant trucks (see pic) which I drove with red-neck relish, Global warming be damned. A quick stop to the BC Beer Co ensured that I will make friends tomorrow:). More bloggies in a week or so. Til then, about 10,000 trees.