New York….you go to bed at midnight?!

Whew! What a day! After eating 16 pounds of raw oysters (but after a quick calculation it is only 16 grams of protein!!!) we slept like angels until 6:00 when we were rudely awoken by our early morning wake up call! Off to the air[Orr and security. Only 2 things in life make me seriously nervous….pap smears and airport security. A few serious questions…..where are you going….why are you going there….how much money are you going to spend…..are you telling your husband…..

Made it through security and straight to Wolfgang’s for an early morning Caesar. Delicious and made getting up early totally worth it. Sat through the airplane emergency procedures and then had to listen to the 5 year old beside us for FOUR FUCKING HOURS! Honestly, that kid did not stop talking. At one point I dozed off and she screamed, I then woke up and screamed, “Fuck!” She scared the hell out of me and it was a reactionary yell on my part. I was proud of myself for not hitting her. Made it to JFK and had to go outside and wait for our car. Honestly, it was 87 degrees outside. The hottest 87 degrees I’ve sat through without a margarita in my hand! Smoking hot. Then the WORST TRAFFIC EVER! Holy, we drove 35 kilometres and it took us an hour and a half, with a driver that spoke 18 words of English and 4 of those words were, “I don’t speak English”. 

Anyway, we had the best supper (thank you Margaret M. For the recommendation!) and had our tarot cards read! Save that story for another day. Went to Times Square and it was pretty quiet….. 

Off to bed, big day tomorrow…..

New York….start spread spreading the news, I’m leaving today….🎶🎶🎶

Not quite New York, but the downtown streets of Calgary post stampede are close….

So guys, Jen and I are on a weekend parole, and we have been allowed a hall pass to New York. Yep, the boys didn’t want to come with us so here we are  spreading our wings again in New York. We have both had the opportunity to visit before (Momsie, your ears should be ringing in heaven!) so this time no touristy shit…..only good food, good shopping, good shows and Rod Fucking Stewart…

Full disclosure, this was supposed to be a Billy Joel concert but he was diagnosed with Normal Pressure Hydro-Cephalus so he cancelled. Now, it is not fatal. So I will talk alot of shit. He is expected to recover fully so….that mother fucker. He is on my bucket list. 

After a quick consult with my co-traveller, we decided, “Fuck it”, we are still going.

SO BUCKLE UP NEW YORK HERE WE COME!

History Lesson

So this is not my usual blog, this is a history lesson. Full disclosure, I read this story in The David Thompson Highway Hiking Guidebook so i'm taking it as gospel. But, to be honest, it does rate Vision Quest hike as a "steady climb"and my description would be "incredibly steep climb where you will question your existence" so maybe you be the judge.

In 1811 Alexander Henry, a fur trader in Rocky was going to escort fur traders from Rocky to Howse pass but in order to make the trip they had to go through Peigan territory. The Peigan were were intensifying their blockade of the fur traders' direct trade with the Kooteney. The Peigan were afraid, justifiably, that the traitors would arm the Kooteney, thereby making them more formidable enemies. When Alexander Henry left Rocky, he told the Peigan he was headed downstream, and he headed that way initially and then doubled back and headed upstream.

The travellers and dogs, that made the trip, depended on food, left by hunters that were stored in caches as they carried little to no food themselves. If the caches had been "penetrated" or hunters were unsuccessful then there would be no food for the travelers. The snow was deep, so men ran ahead on snow shoes to break trail for the dogs. One man fell in the river, and on another occasion a dog team fell through the ice. One hunter had to be left behind due to swollen knees.

There is stories of abuse, Henry wrote "I awoke my men to prepare for departure, but as they have not slept for more than two hours, fatigue was still heavy upon them. Their emotions were therefore slow; but what grieved them most was having nothing to eat before starting. This made them surly; they first quarrelled among themselves, and then gave full vent to their ill humour upon the poor dogs, which they beat most cruelly" So complete side note - those fuckers. I don't care what your situation is, that is terrible. Suddenly I am hoping for bad weather, broken bones and them getting caught. I can only hope they are reading my blog....in hell! Okay, back to the story...

They were successful with their fur trading with the Kooteney. Now to put this entire story in context, this trip happened in the middle of February when temperatures were well below zero, the distance travelled was 600 km in 11 days, with an average of 55 km per day traveled. The last day of the trip they were camped at Shunda Creek (for those of you who don't know, that's Saunders) the party left at 2 AM and arrived in Rocky at 2:30 PM on the last day which was freezing cold. They travelled 80 km that day alone....ON FOOT!!!

I bitch when there is a slight wind chill and I have to leave the house and get firewood. Ryan and I drove in the motorhome to Preachers yesterday and we were complain about the wind.... We discovered we are running low on toilet paper and we are panicking. I am concerned about the amount of ice in my cooler and whether it will keep our beer and wine at optimal temperature. I have to remember to take our steak out early and season them. We are excited about the great radio station we found. We are spending the day playing bean bags and having (hopefully) well chilled beer. We truly have no idea of the great life we lead. This story (minus the animal abuse)is such an incredible story. 

But to end on a positive note, there is no animal abuse on our watch. Riggs just finished his 3 course breakfast after sleeping on the leather couch for the night. Ryan got up at 2:00am, not to start a journey,but to take the dogs out for a pee. Turk is living his best life -chasing birds and hounding Ryan to get him treats. Turks biggest complaint is the allergies he suffers from and his super short haircut! Today is a great day. 

And much love to my Bestest Friends who are not having the best day. Ladies, love you so much and you are the most amazing women I know. I’m lucky to have you in my life. 💜

January 2

Wrapping up the holiday. What a great vacation. So many laughs, no tears that I aware of. Wonderful weather and met very nice people (Except you Saskatchewan, you know who you are). So here is Mexico by numbers: 

- 4287 kms from Strachan (I know this because this is how far I am from Riggs’s air tag)

- 822 ice cubes made and consumed

- 166 bottles of beer bought at the grocery store (and consumed)

- 60 showers

- 42 eggs consumed for breakfast

- 38 stairs to the roof deck (climbed 6 bloody times a day!)

- 22 kgs of limes

- 22 rolls of toilet paper used (yep, true story)

- 20 loads of laundry completed 

- 12 sleeps

- 8 raccoons seen (none by me)

- 6 turtles seen (none by me)

- 5 five gallon litres of water consumed

- 5 barracuda’s. 1 black finned tuna, 2 red snappers, 1 Amberjack caught

- 4 cenotes swam in

- 4 bags of nachos and 3 jars of salsa consumed

- 2 lbs of cheese consumed (1.8 lbs consumed by Darian alone)

- 2 40’s of scotch, 2 40’s of whiskey, 2 26’s of gin, 1 40 of Smirnoff consumed

- 2 broken shot glasses

- roughly $258,874 pesos spent supporting the Mexican economy

- 1 very memorable holiday!

Thanks Darian, Mike, Dekker, Suzie and, of course, Big Daddy, Ryan. Thanks for a wonderful trip!

December 30

HEY GUYS!!! I am alive. It was touch and go for a few hours. I spoke directly to Jesus and Krishna and Zeus, and a quick shout out to all other deities, to ask them to spare me. I am pretty sure the God, Jenny Craig, heard my prayers because I can safely say I am down 10 pounds and the soberest I have ever been in Mexico. One of the wonderful waiters at the local Jungle Club asked me, in broken English, if I remember doing the shots on December 25. No Christopher, I do not remember. That was a different Stacy that lived in an easier time. That Stacy never worried about sneezing/pooping. This Stacy cannot hold down water let alone alcohol. Today is Day 4 and I finally feel like I might live. Unfortunately Ryan, Dekker and now Suzie have all come down with the same terrible malady. Suzie is still in the throws of her illness and I feel for her. 

Yesterday I did rally (Dekker was suffering the worst yesterday, he would come up from snorkelling to throw up) and we went on a catamaran tour for the day. It was amazing. Honestly, I should have married for money. What was I thinking?! There was a staff of 4 that were so amazing that we did not want to leave the boat. I will post pictures when I get them back, but honestly, worth every penny! They had fishing lines out and we caught a 30 pound black finned tuna that Kevin, the chef prepared sushimi with a soya sauce, onion concoction that I will live the rest of my life dreaming about. We have also christened Michael Mexican Uncle Gerry. He is the friendliest person and everyone meets him and immediately loves him. But that fucker has an ulterior motive - he is the only one that hasn’t gotten sick. Coincidence? I think not. I think he is taking the opportunity to make everyone love him more. It really is diabolical. 

This morning Mike, Dekker and Ryan were up at the crack of dawn, literally, they left the house when it was pitch dark to meet their fishing boat and went for a 4 hour fishing trip. It was wildly successful and Ryan is currently in the kitchen preparing barracuda that they caught. They caught red snapper, amberjack and 5 barracudas. They were very excited when they got back. Slower day today which was okay, because the boys were tired, the humidity was hovering at around 1000% and my belly and I came to a tentative agreement that I could leave the direct vicinity of a bathroom. 

Anyway, I think I need to go and help with supper - pictures to follow…..Also, huge shout out to Dekker - best margaritas ever!

December 26 - but really….

Well i have to be honest, this was a tame day by anyone’s standards. Ryan and I got up early and made a big batch of Grandma Jean’s spaghetti because “it will last for days”. Nope, we are currently scraping the bottom of the pot. But we had great intentions, it just didn’t match the appetites of the kids. I did mention we had a crazy rainstorm through the night, Darian had to go and check her shower because she thought someone was using it. Spoiler alert: this was the first of 375 trips that Darian was taking to the bathroom. She was suffering from a Class A hangover. In her own words, “I went pro too soon and I had a career ending injury” but I have faith in her resilience. She is nothing if not persistent. Well. Not today. But I have faith. 

Also, Dekker and Mike went snorkelling and current score is Caribbean 2: Dekker and Mike 0. They both got raked over the rocks pretty substantially. Dekker has coral embedded under his finger nails. We are eating jalapeños and he is feeling his injury at the moment. Mike did get some good pictures and, God love him, everything makes that kid happy. 

I also learned the importance of reading slowly and understanding what you are signing up for. I ordered groceries online. We are going through a lot of limes so I ordered another 22. Except I did not order 22 limes. I ordered 22 kgs of limes. I shit you not. I will attach a photo of our overabundance of limes. If you hear on the international news that there is a shortage of limes in Mexico, please know we are directly responsible. Sorry Mexico. We will be serving margaritas for the foreseeable future. 

So tonight will be an early night, we have a big day tomorrow so stay tuned for that one. Darian is going to stay out of the bathroom for at least 12 minutes and we will all be consuming 15 limes an hour. Please forward all lime drink recipes to us at your earliest convenience. I have also, temporarily, retired from cards. Michael, my favourite has taken me out 3 times . I had a twinge and ALMOST stopped loving him. So I thought the best thing would be is to leave the table, and re-evaluate. I am also attaching a picture of how bad Mike felt taking me out. I really do believe it was genuine. 

December 25

 Feliz Navidad!Weather this morning is overcast and muggy, very nice. What’s not nice- the cacophony of screeching birds that have taken up residence on our roof. They are beautiful, don’t get me wrong but if I had a slingshot or a rock or an AK47 this would be a different conversation. Nevertheless, we woke up in paradise….the kids are sleeping and we are enjoying a coffee and a game of crib. Yesterday was an adventure, off to the beach club (soon to be our favourite location) for ceviche and beer. We made our reservations for tonight- lobster and a band, it promises to be a great night. Then our lovely driver picked us up and off to the cenotes we go. Just getting settled into our drive and we take a right and we are there. Honestly, if I could throw a rock, hit a bird, it would fall at the cenote. Again, not condoning the killing of birds……Naturally our first stop was at the tequila bar, a shot, bought a bottle, Suzie and Darian bought hats and then to the cenotes. 4 of them and they were pretty cool also, considering it is Christmas Eve, it wasn’t that busy. 

I have to give a quick update on our bird situation, we now have a woodpecker, joyously pounding on the metal downspout on our neighbours deck. Really is music to the ears. We also have a resident squirrel, that is roughly the size of a chihuahua. He appears to be quite industrious and I believe may be building a semi-detached bungalow in the area with a fully stocked pantry. Ryan commented that he was big enough to run a Huskavarna. 

Back to the cenotes, again, lots of fun and they were followed by lunch. I can only assume it was delicious but we all covered the pulled pork tacos in enough hot sauce and jalapeños to kill and parasite they may be living in us. I fear for all of our mornings. This leads me to another concern - the shortage of toilet paper. Not currently an issue but if my jalapeño/hot sauce prediction comes to fruition then we could be Code Red. Stay tuned…

Anyway, home last night where we played poker until after midnight. Suzie is keeping a running total of what everyone owes because we are currently lacking change. Full disclosure, I owe everyone. I cannot win a bloody hand. So between poker, cenotes, tips, cervezas, tequila and drivers I am bleeding money. 

Okay, Merry Christmas everyone! My family has never been so excited to see a Christmas morning. Not because we are on vacation, or to unwrap gifts, nope. I promised them that as of Christmas Day we could listen to music other than Christmas music. That’s all they could talk about last night. So I took my last opportunity to saturate the air with Michael Buble, Celion Dion, Mariah Carey, Burl Ives and Boney M all night. Might sneak a couple more in today.