Snowmobile rides and touring... life is beautiful.

So the past two days have been ridiculously amazing.

Yesterday I shovelled... all day. I shovelled pit toilets, I shovelled decks, I shovelled a warehouse... I shovelled until I could shovel no more. My reward for shovelling: three snowmobile rides. That's right. THREE. I don't know how anyone else feels about snowmobile rides, but they're pretty much the greatest reward ever

As another reward for shovelling in the rain all day (did i mention it RAINED AT MANNING!? travesty..) Joleen and I got a bottle of vodka and had ourselves a little party at site 33. Mark came along as well, and I swear went completely insane. The evening included an indoor water fight and strip poker (to marks dismay, Joleen and I cheated and he lost miserably). I should also mention that site 33 has no heat, and this morning it was colder in there than outside. Way to go staff housing...

Today was another epic day in the park. It was warm and sunny, and Jackie and I went for a little tour on a ridge off the orange chair. Words can't describe how awesome that was, so I won't write much more about it, other than it was epic.

Helen: you were shmamered and hysterical last night, don't try to deny it. Pirate hooker.