Oh to blog, blog blog blog, well someone told me once (because he was sick of listening to me rant) to "get a blog!" so perhaps this was a good suggestion! I would have never believed that i would have time to sit and blog but if i have to sit and stare out the window at a mountain I suppose I can take a bit of time to blog about it! Well, here I sit at my kitchen table in my little house in the shadow of the big mountain! Turtle Mountain to be precise! The mountain that moves , as the aboriginals referred to it many years ago. They were smart those ancestors of mine and it must have been before firewater to boot, they had their wits about them enough to know that when they were making their trek through the Crowsnest Pass they shouldn't be stopping under The Mountain that Moves! And here's why : On April 29, 1903, at 4:10 a.m., 82 million tonnes (30 million cubic metres) of limestone crashed from the summit of Turtle Mountain and buried a portion of the sleeping town of Frank. The dimensions of the rock mass that fell are 150 metres (500 feet) deep, 425 metres (1,400 feet) high and one kilometre (3,280 feet) wide.
Can we say OUCH! They figure approximately 90 or so people were crushed and turned into something resembling an olive tapenade....damn it ! why did i say that? I love tapenade, black olive tapenade to be precise...that was going to be my supper, black olive tapenade with a dab of humus and some fresh garden tomatoes from my mans mother's garden in Edmonton. Now those tomatoes taste like real tomatoes! Unlike the fake ones presented to us in the grocery stores. You know the ones that arrive on your sandwich or burger at a restaurant, looking green and slightly red on the outsides. No flavor at all, and texture? hmmm the state of vegetables now a days ....ho hum...perhaps I'll save that for another day when i have nothing to say but for now, just for a few more lines, lets get back to Turtle Mountain. I love how small synchronicities come along in life and you don't even really register them until it smacks in the face and you go "wow, that's cool" Meh....maybe it isn't really a synchronicity however I did live on a teeny , weeny , tiny little group of islands, three to be precise , joined by sandbars called Koh Nang Yuan, and I had an incredible view of a larger tiny island called Koh Tao, translation: Turtle Island. Now I live in the shadow of Turtle Mountain on the other side of the world from whence i sat staring yonder almost a decade ago! This is nice, with rocks and trees and mountains and such and that was nice with rocks and trees and mountains and such. Oh...ya...that had and ocean all around it filled with tropical fish and sand and super hot climate that didn't require shitloads of clothing to keep me warm. Oh well....you can't have everything can you?
I know i spent many days on Nang yuan in a sluggish ,heat induced stupor sometimes wondering how normal it was for the ocean to be the same temperature as my body? I also used to sit and wonder why I wasn't dead from food poisoning? I use to watch the locals unload stock from the boats and leave crates of eggs sitting on the dock for hours. Those eggs ended up in most of my meals and somehow i survived? I digress...there was that one very unfortunate incident in 2004 that turned into a 5 day event which involved lots of stuff exploding out of almost every orifice of my body. Not fun at all, the culprit? or should i say , culprits? Oysters, yes (I'm stupid) raw oysters the size of a house cat. They arrived on a platter and to me , looked like small baby whale fetus' but save face i chowed down! I really thought that would be more dignified than saying "OH MY GOD , ARE YOU F'N KIDDING ME????" and refusing to eat them , than almost dieing in a puddle of my own vomit and etc, etc, (please don't make me say the D word...) Okee dokee...and on that note, I shall sign off and go stare at the mountain and see if I can catch it moving a smidge?
I know i spent many days on Nang yuan in a sluggish ,heat induced stupor sometimes wondering how normal it was for the ocean to be the same temperature as my body? I also used to sit and wonder why I wasn't dead from food poisoning? I use to watch the locals unload stock from the boats and leave crates of eggs sitting on the dock for hours. Those eggs ended up in most of my meals and somehow i survived? I digress...there was that one very unfortunate incident in 2004 that turned into a 5 day event which involved lots of stuff exploding out of almost every orifice of my body. Not fun at all, the culprit? or should i say , culprits? Oysters, yes (I'm stupid) raw oysters the size of a house cat. They arrived on a platter and to me , looked like small baby whale fetus' but save face i chowed down! I really thought that would be more dignified than saying "OH MY GOD , ARE YOU F'N KIDDING ME????" and refusing to eat them , than almost dieing in a puddle of my own vomit and etc, etc, (please don't make me say the D word...) Okee dokee...and on that note, I shall sign off and go stare at the mountain and see if I can catch it moving a smidge?
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