06/21/13 - 1:37pm
I think I have mentioned before that I worked for years in the high Arctic and the summer season was something that you could miss by sleeping in late.
Case in point:
Last week, while digging through one of the journals I kept while working along the Dalton Highway and pipeline, some June entries caught my eye.
The notes made me feel like a primo wuss for grumping about what a rotten start we had to spring this year.
These highly edited versions of the notes for family consumption went like this:
June 10, 2000