RE: Why is Canada so much different from America?
September 25, 2014 at 7:53 pm
(This post was last modified: September 25, 2014 at 7:53 pm by Lemonvariable72.)
(September 25, 2014 at 7:51 pm)whateverist Wrote:(September 25, 2014 at 7:44 pm)Rhythm Wrote: -and manage to do less with it.......but at least you're consistent on that count.
Don't encourage them. When I camped at Hot Springs Cove Provincial Park we had the place to ourselves the first day and over night. Actually, just my wife, step son and a computer game writer from England with good beer to share. Next day a big boat full of Canadians came in in the morning and I've never been so disgusted in a 'wilderness' situation.
We were all sitting out where the hot springs water has gone over a nine foot falls and spills down through pools eventually mixing with Pacific ocean water on the West side of Vancouver island. We first knew we weren't alone when large 'icebergs' of shaving cream specked with stubble came floating through the pools we were in closer to the ocean. The Canadians already think you should bust the balls of any wilderness to provide for creature comforts. So, please, don't encourage them.
Too late
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To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
