Music related. B3

That's right, I'm back! I just participated in the largest military exercise Canada's ever done north-of-sixty. I've still got all my fingers and toes, although my fingertips have frostnip, and I caught a cold. I never flipped my snowmobile, myself, although when I was riding shotgun on one, it got flipped twice. I also had my leg run over by a komatik. Both instances were in deep snow, though, so it wasn't that bad—I soldiered on.

The Northwest Territories have some very beautiful scenery. Being from the prairies, I'm not used to seeing mountains like that, nor the northern lights. It sucked at points, but I had some fun times too. We pushed to the 64th parallel, to a podunk named Gamèti, got to do some training with the Canadian Rangers, and roasted freshly-caught fish and caribou. It was my first time having caribou—wasn't bad, but could've used some seasoning. But after a week of a paltry diet of military rations and beef jerky, real food was such a treat! I think, by the end, we drove something ridiculous like 800 kilometres on those snowmobiles, all through ice roads and ditches.

I was so bagged by the end of it. I remember struggling to stay awake, while riding shotgun, on more than one occasion—though I never passed out while in the driver's seat (at least when we were moving). One particular day had us do a 13½ hour trip, with only 2 hours of sleep the night previous, and I was so sleepfucked by that point that I was hallucinating—like, I thought I saw a wall of snow at one point, a bunch of trees that weren't there, a snowboarder, haha... I was still conscious enough that I was trying to distinguish what was real and what wasn't, and I didn't quite score 100% on that.

But hey, I'm home now, safe and warm. Time to get back to drawing!