the cost of freedom

It's been a weekend here in Gold River. With Trevor graduating this weekend, I took a van ride up Island from camp. I got the sense it cost the bus line more to move me than I paid. But yeeees, I went to grad, saw Trevor do some walking to his song, which was "for reasons unkown" by the killers, and I enjoyed seeing the whole grad class in their night as the center of attention. After grad there was a live band of local 50 year old men, who tore the place right up. They played all covers, and I knew about half of them, some old rock and some newer stuff including a song by Weezer, and the ever popular "Joker and the Thief" by Wolfmother. Me, Trev and CJ rocked it. It was great that it was a concert rather than a dance, everybody was just having fun and jumping around and there was none of that weird stuff that dances are known for. It was good times, Trev and CJ both had dates, so I was the only free man, CJ asked his date out again, confirming our suspicions of him.















Saturday afternoon Trev came over and picked me up in his jeep, with the hardtop and doors taken off, so we drove out to muchalate lake in style to go make an appearance among the boozers. It was alright, we picked up a few more boys and went 4x4ing up a logging road that my dad says he's hauled many logs down in his logging truck. Dad and I agree that the switchbacks would be sketchy to descend in a truck loaded down with 130 tons of logs. Then after we'd stayed around until we felt awkward, Trev and I headed back to town. Trev let me drive his jeep because he's such a good buddy, and I scared him by trying to accelerate out of corners, which apparently doesn't work in a rear wheel drive vehicle on a gravel road. The front wheels felt more like rudders- not what I'm used to.














Saturday night I found an extremely crumpled 20 dollar bill near one of the local bars, so me and trev and CJ went to the deli and got ourselves a couple chicken burgers and some carbonated beverages. It was by far the easiest money I've ever made. Trevor had walked right by it, I might point out. It looked almost surreal on the ground- in my mind I thought "that peice of garbage paper looks just like a 20 dollar bill" - very surreal.

Today I return to Q, I'm driving to Nanaimo and leaving the car for my parents, who are on their way from Vancouver, where they've been all weekend, then I'll catch a bus and stuff and bam- welcome to camp Q.