#socialrules

We travelled from Kelowna to the Manning Provincial Park, the Cold Springs Campground, to be exact, and saw a moose on the way, crossing the road right before us. Neither we nor the moose (female) were hurt. On that note, I find it interesting that the road signs always depict the male variants of an animal (with the exception of the bear, which is often shown with a cub, indicating a female), if there are visual differences. In my experience it is much more common to see female deer than bucks, so a bit more diversity might be a good idea;)

We shopped for some food in Princeton and had a quick walk through town. There’s a big copper/silver/gold mine closeby, that we got a glimpse of on the way forward. Immense effects on the landscape.

Anyhow. We reserved a campsite at Cold Springs with a written note, a piece of firewood, a gallon of drinking water and a cardboard box containing a small tarp. From past experience, that is more than enough to keep people from taking your spot.

With that done, we drove a short ways back and hiked around Lightning Lake for a total of about 13km today. The lake is beautiful as are the mountains around it, but there are so many people on the water and the beaches, it almost puts you off.

As we returned to the campsite, it was not taken, but our firewood and water sure was gone. Turns out another family of towel thieving chinese set up camp nearby and were simply taking stuff from other campgrounds. I guess growing up in a communist country really does leave you with no sense of property. Or maybe they’re just cunts. Luckily we had a few containers left, so we could make do. Still, water, jug and wood were gone. No point in confronting them either as they had poured the water out (it was a tap refill) and the wood was already burned. No way to prove their wrongdoing in case they didn’t admit it right away.

Needless to say both Bec and I and the Park operator were rather upset about such unfriendly behavior.

Today is called Valentine’s Day. Mum is spending hours in front the mirror burning her hair and smearing chemicals on her skin. Dad usually chills out on the couch on Sunday mornings but he went charging out without even doing me the courtesy of taking me for a walk. He seemed pretty concerned so maybe I won’t sleep on his pillow inter next half hour. Anywho, since they’re both so preoccupied, I decided to do a Google search to find out as much as possible about this sacred holiday. After all, given the level of tension and the snow Brit time mum is spending on her eyebrows,it’s obviously pretty important and I’m the kind of canine that believes knowledge is power. I’ve said it before and I’m saying it again: humans are fucking weird man. Why are they so anxious? They’re acting like that idiot poodle across road that continues to bark even though he knows he’s wearing a human sex collar (you know, the kind that zaps if you talk). It looks like a petty mundane program as far as I can work out. It appears that the humans will spend today engaging in the following activities:

1. Presenting each other with boxes containing objects that sometimes aren’t as bright and shiny as the should be (and occasionally some choice leather ones too).

2. Presenting each other bunches of plants (not the good chewy stick bit, just the leafy part - WTF is the point of that?!) swaddled in paper, affixed with elaborate bows, both of which are immediately discarded

3. A lot of people playing that noisy game on the bed - ask any of my comrades, most will tell you stories about humans making them leave the room while they play. I think it’s so rude that they purposely exclude us that way. Fucking selfish assholes. (Speaking of assholes, never shake a human’s hand while they’re playing. Holy shit you’d think I’d pissed on the carpetbag time! It’s like, whatevs I won’t bother saying hi anymore. Cunt.)

4. The ingestion of large quantities of chocolate. And cake. And food. Right in front of me. So rude. The greedy pricks probably won’t share as usual.