On Fri, 17 Mar 2006 05:07:35 GMT, "Daniel-San"
wrote:

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I do in fact pollute a few other NGs with my commentary. R.BC is one of
them, and it's where I was fortunate enough to have made the electronic
acquaintance of Mr. McDougall. Fortunate in that after having made said
acquaintance, I now know exactly who should accompany Mr. Vandeman on the
first rocket to the sun. The question was bugging me a bit. The things that
keep one up at night.....

To survive in mid-June....an alcohol stove is clearly a prerequisite. ;-)


Alcohol may be. The stove isn't necessary. There are restaurants
scattered around that wilderness of the UP at close enough intervals.
Naturally there isn't much else. Dunno why they're there. It's a
wilderness full of wild animals and wild trees and Len and nothing
else, right? No human customers except the brave up there in da
Youper. It's a _wilderness_. We have Len's word for it. All those
things that look like farms and cottages and small businesses and
grocery store and stuff are just Ptomkin fakes.

The part I found scary was the sloppy kiss from a wolf. Duh. A wild
animal (supposedly) with really big teeth that close to my face. No
thanks. Maybe that's what happened to good old Tommy Beno from r.bc..
Took a class from Len, met a wolf and never returned.
--

r.bc: vixen
Speaker to squirrels, willow watcher, etc..
Often taunted by trout. Almost entirely harmless.
Really.