Wow i completely forgot this place existed. oops.
This is the story of how i got from Clubbing (kinda) in Winnipeg to haning out with a middle aged interracial couple and another hichiker in an RV on the way to Calgary.
More after the Jump thingy (wow thats convenient)
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
The Men In Black
This is by far one of the spookiest things that has ever happened to me.
On the fourth night of my trip I was staying in Grand Rapids, a little town with a big opinion of itself.. I had decided to stay (relatively) nearby the road on a piece of woodlands bordering a rather large house. The place was perfect for a camp. The spot was in small clearing surrounded by trees and and tall bushes, and a smallish stream stream was flowing scant 20 feet away in case I needed to take a dip.
As always I set up my tent first. It was a smallish one person thing. about the size of a sleeping bag without its polls/ sometimes when i felt lazy i would just use it as a sleeping bag and not bother to set it up properly.
So anyways i set up camp and then when for a swim. the stream was about 20 feet across, and only went up to my armpits in the middle. It wasn't even that cold, but the fish were obbundent. small fish, but still fish.i decided to try and catch some. To make a long story short i did catch some, and just threw them back in. fishing will be touched on at a latter time.
So anyways I went back to camp and got dressed, and started to my annual dinner of rice and salt. yum. There were some donut-holes left over from a lunch splurge, so I had some of those for desert.
But it wasn't 30 minuets after finishing my last donut-hole that it h append. I was visited by who I am calling The Men In Black. Both men were easily 6 and half feet tall and had muscles that only come from working out for at least 3 hours a day, every day, since they were 8. both were wearing black suits with an unbuttend front so i could see the guns they wore in there shoulder holsters. They could have been twins, with pale skin and black hair.
They had ex-military written all over them too. from the ramrod straight spine to the way the clasped there hands behind there back, i knew these guys were TOUGH. And they had guns two, did i mention that? probably had back ups strapped around there ankles too.
But that not what scared me, it wasnt there size or there confident stance (close enough to see me shift my center of gravity for for an attack, but far away enough to do something about it before i reached them) or even there guns, it was the dark sunglasses (the sun was almost totally gone bye that point) and the fedoras that did it. these guys were either trying REALLY hard to look like the fabled Men In Black, or WERE the the fabled Men In Black. and either way is bad news for me.
but then they spoke, and i was EVEN MORE FREAKED OUT. it was like hearing a a recording. if this were a play, this is how it would look.
Cass: uh, can i help you?
Both MIB (in complete unison): you cant stay here.
Left MIB: This is private property.
Right MIB: VERY private property.
BOTH MIB (in complete unison): You cant stay here.
Left MIB: We will return in an hour to to make sure your gone.
Right MIB: Make sure your gone by the time we come back. got it?
Cass: yah, got it.
BOTH MIB (in complete unison): Good.
as you might have guessed, i left.
and that, dear readers, scared the crap out of me.
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not so legal disclaimer
please note that i am insane, and that everyone who wants to attempt feats such as those i have discribed must also be at least a little bit of the rocker. if you find yourself emulating me, dont worry, being insane just means you get to have more fun then the rest of em. sane people never have any real fun.
now if you will excuse me, i have to go finish working on a tinfoil hat that will protect me from the mind reading/controlling powers of the bus aliens.
On the fourth night of my trip I was staying in Grand Rapids, a little town with a big opinion of itself.. I had decided to stay (relatively) nearby the road on a piece of woodlands bordering a rather large house. The place was perfect for a camp. The spot was in small clearing surrounded by trees and and tall bushes, and a smallish stream stream was flowing scant 20 feet away in case I needed to take a dip.
As always I set up my tent first. It was a smallish one person thing. about the size of a sleeping bag without its polls/ sometimes when i felt lazy i would just use it as a sleeping bag and not bother to set it up properly.
So anyways i set up camp and then when for a swim. the stream was about 20 feet across, and only went up to my armpits in the middle. It wasn't even that cold, but the fish were obbundent. small fish, but still fish.i decided to try and catch some. To make a long story short i did catch some, and just threw them back in. fishing will be touched on at a latter time.
So anyways I went back to camp and got dressed, and started to my annual dinner of rice and salt. yum. There were some donut-holes left over from a lunch splurge, so I had some of those for desert.
But it wasn't 30 minuets after finishing my last donut-hole that it h append. I was visited by who I am calling The Men In Black. Both men were easily 6 and half feet tall and had muscles that only come from working out for at least 3 hours a day, every day, since they were 8. both were wearing black suits with an unbuttend front so i could see the guns they wore in there shoulder holsters. They could have been twins, with pale skin and black hair.
They had ex-military written all over them too. from the ramrod straight spine to the way the clasped there hands behind there back, i knew these guys were TOUGH. And they had guns two, did i mention that? probably had back ups strapped around there ankles too.
But that not what scared me, it wasnt there size or there confident stance (close enough to see me shift my center of gravity for for an attack, but far away enough to do something about it before i reached them) or even there guns, it was the dark sunglasses (the sun was almost totally gone bye that point) and the fedoras that did it. these guys were either trying REALLY hard to look like the fabled Men In Black, or WERE the the fabled Men In Black. and either way is bad news for me.
but then they spoke, and i was EVEN MORE FREAKED OUT. it was like hearing a a recording. if this were a play, this is how it would look.
Cass: uh, can i help you?
Both MIB (in complete unison): you cant stay here.
Left MIB: This is private property.
Right MIB: VERY private property.
BOTH MIB (in complete unison): You cant stay here.
Left MIB: We will return in an hour to to make sure your gone.
Right MIB: Make sure your gone by the time we come back. got it?
Cass: yah, got it.
BOTH MIB (in complete unison): Good.
as you might have guessed, i left.
and that, dear readers, scared the crap out of me.
............................................................................................................
not so legal disclaimer
please note that i am insane, and that everyone who wants to attempt feats such as those i have discribed must also be at least a little bit of the rocker. if you find yourself emulating me, dont worry, being insane just means you get to have more fun then the rest of em. sane people never have any real fun.
now if you will excuse me, i have to go finish working on a tinfoil hat that will protect me from the mind reading/controlling powers of the bus aliens.
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Overview of my bike trip
My bike trip was not as fun as my Canada trip, but it was still awesome. lets see, it lasted 10 days, and most of it took place near Lake Superior. i saw the fourth of July fireworks in Duluth from the worst seats in the house, a beach on the other side of town. i saw the fireworks just fine, but it was so far away i couldn't even hear them.
Lets see, i went cliff diving in some town somewhere, that was pretty fun.
i ran into a bunch of kids along the way, and we biked together for a couple of hours. they were going to Canada to make their fortune or something, i was going to lake Superior to have fun. most of them had just started high school when they decided to leave for a better life.
One night when i was sleeping a couple went down to the beach where i was sleeping. i decided to scare them off for interrupting my sleep. so i gave a very deep guttural angry scream. needless to say they left in haste.
lets see, the mourning after a police woman came and told me i could not sleep there. it was rather emberising because i was still half naked from just waking up.
in grand merie, (i still dont know how to spell that) my bike broke down and i was forced to call my father and have him pick me up. fortunitly he had jsut come from the cabin, so it wasn't to much of an inconvenience.
it should be noted that two VERY emberissing stories have been left out, but i will save those for another time.
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not so legal disclaimer
please note that i am insane, and that everyone who wants to attempt feats such as those i have discribed must also be at least a little bit of the rocker. if you find yourself emulating me, dont worry, being insane just means you get to have more fun then the rest of em. sane people never have any real fun.
now if you will excuse me, i have to go build a building so tall it touches the moon with my step brother in order to have the best summer day ever.
Lets see, i went cliff diving in some town somewhere, that was pretty fun.
i ran into a bunch of kids along the way, and we biked together for a couple of hours. they were going to Canada to make their fortune or something, i was going to lake Superior to have fun. most of them had just started high school when they decided to leave for a better life.
One night when i was sleeping a couple went down to the beach where i was sleeping. i decided to scare them off for interrupting my sleep. so i gave a very deep guttural angry scream. needless to say they left in haste.
lets see, the mourning after a police woman came and told me i could not sleep there. it was rather emberising because i was still half naked from just waking up.
in grand merie, (i still dont know how to spell that) my bike broke down and i was forced to call my father and have him pick me up. fortunitly he had jsut come from the cabin, so it wasn't to much of an inconvenience.
it should be noted that two VERY emberissing stories have been left out, but i will save those for another time.
............................................................................................................
not so legal disclaimer
please note that i am insane, and that everyone who wants to attempt feats such as those i have discribed must also be at least a little bit of the rocker. if you find yourself emulating me, dont worry, being insane just means you get to have more fun then the rest of em. sane people never have any real fun.
now if you will excuse me, i have to go build a building so tall it touches the moon with my step brother in order to have the best summer day ever.
Saturday, August 6, 2011
its a map
cthis is a map of all of towns i stayed overnight at on hichicking trip across Canada. cool huh?
http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?authuser=0&vps=2&jsv=351a&hl=en&ie=UTF8&oe=UTF8&msa=0&msid=207481648379647881073.0004a6505cbb91f68cf7b
yah, um, there are parts missing. ok, they are salt spring island, (near Vancouver island) Victoria on Vancouver island, and some harbor in Washington i cant remember.
when i figure out how this whole thing works, i will update it. till then, i guess you will have to do with this.
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not so legal disclaimer
please note that i am insane, and that everyone who wants to attempt feats such as those i have discribed must also be at least a little bit of the rocker. if you find yourself emulating me, dont worry, being insane just means you get to have more fun then the rest of em. sane people never have any real fun.
now if you will excuse me, i have to get on my bike and pretend aliens are chasing me (with intent to probe) in order to actually get some exercise.
http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?authuser=0&vps=2&jsv=351a&hl=en&ie=UTF8&oe=UTF8&msa=0&msid=207481648379647881073.0004a6505cbb91f68cf7b
yah, um, there are parts missing. ok, they are salt spring island, (near Vancouver island) Victoria on Vancouver island, and some harbor in Washington i cant remember.
when i figure out how this whole thing works, i will update it. till then, i guess you will have to do with this.
............................................................................................................
not so legal disclaimer
please note that i am insane, and that everyone who wants to attempt feats such as those i have discribed must also be at least a little bit of the rocker. if you find yourself emulating me, dont worry, being insane just means you get to have more fun then the rest of em. sane people never have any real fun.
now if you will excuse me, i have to get on my bike and pretend aliens are chasing me (with intent to probe) in order to actually get some exercise.
Story teasers
in case you did not hear, this last June i took a hitchhiking tour of northern Minnesota and Canada in an extraordinarily nerdy attempt to meet with the guys who make me laugh every Monday (go to loadingreadyrun.com and see why i did it). in the prosses i made some friends, lost a lot of camping gear, and grew rich in interesting stories. this is what this blog is all about people, me telling crazy stories about stuff that happened to me when i was doing crazy things.
but i don't want to give away all the cool stories at once. so i am just going to give you a few teasers of some of the stories to come.
expect to hear about the time i got arrested
there was more then one occasion when a complete stranger offered to put me up for the night (i always excepted)
one of the chaps who gave me i ride was not supposed to driving a tricicle, never mind a car.
i lost my passport, depit card, visa, and cell phone. but i got a sleeping bag that smells like a cat smoking a joint.
i met a 15 year old goth who has been run over by 3 cars in a 2 year span
i was in the same town (Calgery) as Kate and William, the duke and duchess of Cambridge, during there Canada tour. did i see them? take their picture? talk to them? or did i assassinate them and then decide to turn back time and instead just take their picture? i dont know if you know (i hope you don't), but i do know i do know.
if you want to hear the rest of the stories, i will be updating sporadically. you know, when i cant sleep because something is bothering me.
and that's just what i can remember right now. wait till you hear the REAL juicy stories.
............................................................................................................
not so legal disclaimer
please note that i am insane, and that everyone who wants to attempt feats such as those i have described must also be at least a little bit of the rocker. if you find yourself emulating me, don't worry, being insane just means you get to have more fun then the rest of em. sane people never have any real fun.
now if you will excuse me, i have to go flip a coin to decide weather or not i should drop batman into a boiling vat of acid, or into the vat filled with toxic waste.
but i don't want to give away all the cool stories at once. so i am just going to give you a few teasers of some of the stories to come.
expect to hear about the time i got arrested
there was more then one occasion when a complete stranger offered to put me up for the night (i always excepted)
one of the chaps who gave me i ride was not supposed to driving a tricicle, never mind a car.
i lost my passport, depit card, visa, and cell phone. but i got a sleeping bag that smells like a cat smoking a joint.
i met a 15 year old goth who has been run over by 3 cars in a 2 year span
i was in the same town (Calgery) as Kate and William, the duke and duchess of Cambridge, during there Canada tour. did i see them? take their picture? talk to them? or did i assassinate them and then decide to turn back time and instead just take their picture? i dont know if you know (i hope you don't), but i do know i do know.
if you want to hear the rest of the stories, i will be updating sporadically. you know, when i cant sleep because something is bothering me.
and that's just what i can remember right now. wait till you hear the REAL juicy stories.
............................................................................................................
not so legal disclaimer
please note that i am insane, and that everyone who wants to attempt feats such as those i have described must also be at least a little bit of the rocker. if you find yourself emulating me, don't worry, being insane just means you get to have more fun then the rest of em. sane people never have any real fun.
now if you will excuse me, i have to go flip a coin to decide weather or not i should drop batman into a boiling vat of acid, or into the vat filled with toxic waste.
Um, hi
Ok, so i dont really have much of an online presence (under my real name that is) so this is kind of new to me. but i felt that the world needed to here about some of the stuff that's happened to me over the last few years, with a focus on my road trips. you see last year i left on my first, a month long bike trip that lasted 10 days up to Grand Marais from my home town in West St. Paul MN. it was fun, but the whole reason i went was so i could tell the my friends and family about how the world is not limited to our lives and the lives of the people we know. my family never really takes me seriously, and my friends i don't see very often.
so tahdah. here this is, my blog thingy. i guess what i will do is upload maps and stories and stuff of my road trips as content, along with some pictures.besides my trip to Grand Marais, i have just got back from a five week, five day hitchhiking trip to Victoria, B.C. (B.C. is a province in Canada, for all those not geographically inclined). i am going to start by uploading a link to a map of the route i took for that one, and see if it sticks.
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not so legal disclaimer
please note that i am insane, and that everyone who wants to attempt feats such as those i have described must also be at least a little bit off there rocker. if you find yourself emulating me, dont worry, being insane just means you get to have more fun then the rest of em. sane people never have any real fun.
now if you will excuse me, i have a monkey that needs another dose of that Alzheimer drug i am devising.
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