The diagnosis, after they hooked my truck up to a Truck Cat Scan, was that an animal may have chewed on a wire or moved a wire around. However, they couldn’t locate the problem. The advice I was given was to stuff my truck with Bounce sheets. The fella told me he did that when he was storing his boat and it kept the varmints away. I think it might work like Voodoo.
This incident wasn’t such a big deal except for two facts. The critter was carrying a Bounce sheet and the critter was under my truck.
My hiking buddy and I both took a partial dip, each in our chosen muddy coloured swimming hole.
That’s when I came to one of my conclusions. My conclusion being that I do not have as good a balance as I used to have when my hair was brown and the world was my half-eaten
Two: I’m getting a tad long in the tooth.
My hiking buddy, Vincent, went into his sarge-mode and convinced me that we could do it. So we climbed it and the view was, as always, spectacular. Mist softening the distant hills while the sun teetered dangerously close to the horizon.
We arrived at the bottom of the mountain just before the darkness began to gobble up the remaining light.
Sarge gave me a wee light, about the size of a toonie and then we set off. Sarge took the lead.
“Watch out for the culvert.”
“Stay in the middle.”
Anyway, I learned another lesson while I was cycling this darkening trail. The darker it gets the more powerful a tiny light becomes.
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