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Comme de fait nous avons des histoires a vous faire part. Let’s just say that I didn’t want Marc Antoine to be bored in Vancouver so we packed it in good for him. Sure we had our last minute shopping to do but I will save you the details and start with the action. We had planned on going up to Sqwamish and Whistler to do some Mountain Biking before converting our offroad steeds into road machines. On rempli le truck avec les choses de camping et c’est direction Sqwamish pour faire du bike. A wonderful day with not too many out of the ordinary things besides a BEAR encounter. Marc Antoine etait a l’avant (comme d’habitude) et il etait concentrer sur sa roue avant et non sur les obstacles plus loins. I yelled BEAR once and he kept going, I figure he imagined that I was kidding. Then I realise that he is getting quite close to the safety buffer zone and I yell on a more assertive note BEAR!! He stopped and we saw him flee into the wilderness. It started to rain so we opted for the warm heat of our apartment instead of the cool wet tents. So de retour a la case A on mange et c’est le dodo.
Next day is the beginning of the unpredictable. We enjoy our ride and are pleasntly on our way back when all of a sudden some dude comes barreling down on his motocross and informs us that there is one of their friends that has both of his legs brokenand to call 911 for help. AnneMa a le devoir d’aider la societe so we all headed up the trail to help out the dude. We arrive to see a man laying under a blanket with his legs wrapped in cotton. His son was there and he told us that he found his father under the 4roues unconcious and that one of his legs had an open fracture and the other a huge cut. AnneMa examine le tout et on l’aide a refaire les bandages. Marc tiens le pieds (qui n’est pas dans le bon axe) moi la cuisse et on entends et sens les os qui ce cognent. It was quite the event. But the plot thickens when the Helicopter arrive to pick him our of the woods!! It was like in a movie. Satisfait de notre aide humanitaire on fini la ride et on quitte pour le camping a Whistler. We pitch up the tent and head into the village for some well deserved food and drinks. Tout est bien et on a fini la bouffe et nos consommations, je sais qui ne c’est rien passer mais ces details sont pertinents pour ce qui suit. On arrive a l’auto et on decide de ce brosser les dents avant d’arrive au site dans le noir. We get into the truck and moi Mr Orientation 101 ce trompe de chemin et en faisant une manueovre de changement de voie le camoin derrier moi allume les scirenes et les girophares. OUPS!!! I tell him we had supper but cannot remember the name of the resto? Tell him I had 2 drinks? Can’t find my insurance papers? Add all of those together and you get a road side alcho test!!! O my god que c’est stressant. I blow and after a few seconds a number appears on the machine. The answer is 25!?!?!? What does that mean? It turns out that it is .025. I was totaly safe but now I know for real. La si Marc Antoine n’en avait pas assez eux on avait pas ben ben d’autres options pour lui donner des emotions fortes!! The next ones will be on our trip across Canada.