Ever wondered what else you can do with the office's Coffee Machine? Well, I'm about to find out. The plan is to see if I can make a nice pot of loose-leaf peppermint tea in there. I bet it'll work. Any takers?
Gotta do something to stave off boredom...
Hey, our first post. This will hopefully be a blog for our friends and family to keep track of where we are and what we're up to from now (t-minus one year, five months) throughout our lazy trip down to Mexico, and back up the udder side to Nova Scotia. We're really excited, although it's hard to keep the excitement sometimes since it's still so long til we get to go. Bah! The adventure is now. Anyway I'll keep this short so I can msg Mark and see if he can find our blog now that I've posted. Later.
Where did we get the title from, you ask? It's from this Stan Rogers tune:
Northwest Passage
Chorus:
Ah, for just one time I would take the Northwest Passage
To find the hand of Franklin reaching for the Beaufort Sea;
Tracing one warm line through a land so wild and savage
And make a Northwest Passage to the sea.
Westward from the Davis Strait 'tis there 'twas said to lie
The sea route to the Orient for which so many died;
Seeking gold and glory, leaving weathered, broken bones
And a long-forgotten lonely cairn of stones.
Three centuries thereafter, I take passage overland
In the footsteps of brave Kelso, where his "sea of flowers" began
Watching cities rise before me, then behind me sink again
This tardiest explorer, driving hard across the plain.
And through the night, behind the wheel, the mileage clicking west
I think upon Mackenzie, David Thompson and the rest
Who cracked the mountain ramparts and did show a path for me
To race the roaring Fraser to the sea.
How then am I so different from the first men through this way?
Like them, I left a settled life, I threw it all away.
To seek a Northwest Passage at the call of many men
To find there but the road back home again.
