Hello, again
My name is Milton. I’m a Ford, specifically a Transit van that has been built out to pretend that my parasitic occupants, Scott and Paula, are “camping.” Really? Camping? What about the Espar heater they have blasting 24/7? And the sink with running water? I showed them with the drain to the sink though! That’s not happening. For the past 3 days nothing going through the solid ice in the drain line, and the grey water ain’t drainin’ nowhere. Scott pulled us up to the dump station yesterday and rigged up the drain hose and flipped the tank switch and nada, nary a drop. And the prospect is for below freezing temps for oh say about 5 or 6 weeks. Nice.
We are parked in the Tunnel Mountain Village II Campground under the glacial slopes of (of course) Tunnel Montain and Cascade Mountain and Mount Girouard, Goatview Peak and Goat Mountain and Beersheba Peak. They can talk. What they say is that they are pretending to be mountains – for the sake of the humans, whose imaginations have yet to fully develop in this age, though in ancient times and among first peoples the truth is known: these are the great spirits, presences than might disturb. Or might elevate. But enough about religion.
Yesterday we drove down to Canadian Tire in Canmore. Sounds like a place to get some tires, yeah? You betcha. No, we were not shopping tires. Tire chains. The nerve of these people! As if my big ol Goodyear Wranglers didn’t have tread with grip the strength of a Senate Republican! What do they think this is, some sort of bondage thing? Not saying I would never consider it, but maybe a little grooming first!
So Scott grabbed some cable chains that fit my LT245/75R16’s and tossed ‘em in the garage. Yeah, that’s what we call the storage area under the bed in the back. They have so much crap there. The Canadians in the Transit forum advise sure get some chains, especially for BC where they are required, but we never use ‘em. If you need chains, someone needs to be closing the road, for mercy sakes. So we got chains, and the RCMP will be happy. Hooray ….
Scott D. McLean, MD 