It is almost too cliche to mention, but I seriously think my plane hit a pothole leaving Montreal. I am in the plane right now, my first of three before taking a Greyhound for six hours tomorrow. I always forget that my method of travel borders on insane. That is to say, so many of the people I work with in British Columbia have only to worry about a 45 minute flight or a six hour Greyhound to their destination. I have nine hours of flying, an overnight stay at a friends house and an early bus from Prince George to 100 Mile House. On top of that, I have to figure out how to kill another four to five hours while I wait for my foreman to pick me up.
May 6, 2014
Never Again: Tree Planting
It is almost too cliche to mention, but I seriously think my plane hit a pothole leaving Montreal. I am in the plane right now, my first of three before taking a Greyhound for six hours tomorrow. I always forget that my method of travel borders on insane. That is to say, so many of the people I work with in British Columbia have only to worry about a 45 minute flight or a six hour Greyhound to their destination. I have nine hours of flying, an overnight stay at a friends house and an early bus from Prince George to 100 Mile House. On top of that, I have to figure out how to kill another four to five hours while I wait for my foreman to pick me up.