Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Finding Yukon's Bigfoot - anyone wanna join me?

I found my next Saturday night entertainment - finding Bigfoot! There are numerous stories about Bigfoot or "bushmen" in the Yukon. What would be more fun that sitting camouflaged in a tree in the dark in the middle of winter?? Is this a sign that this Yukon winter is draaaaaging on? Am I finally losin' it? Who knows...

Check out these handy-dandy "Flushing out a Bigfoot" tips from my new favourite reality show "Finding Bigfoot" on Animal Planet.  I seriously cannot get enough of this show 
Turns out, there have been LOADS of stories relating to the famed Bigfoot, Sasquatch or Bushmen around here.  And I'm gonna find me one.  I'm excited and it *might* be the massive amounts of jelly beans I inadvertently consumed tonight, but maybe this is my new calling. At the very least, you guys might get some "Pooh Bear faces off with Sasquatch" drawings!

Back to reality - according to this, there have been "thousands of Sasquatch sightings in the Yukon" and this describes a sighting in Teslin in 2004. A year later, in 2005, there were 9 people who witnessed seeing a "large human-like figure covered in hair. A footprint was seen by them and later a tuft of hair was taken from the site and determined by DNA testing to be that of a bison. But we all know that's just a coverup! :)  http://www.ontariosasquatch.com/#/yukon-villagers-believe/4545367196

Bigfoot in Keno: http://www.bigfootencounters.com/stories/kenohill.htm

A few more stories, one dating back to 1978: http://www.bfro.net/GDB/show_county_reports.asp?state=ca-y

This site is the real "BFRO" site, aka: Bigfoot Field Researchers Organization (from the Animal Planet show). I think I want to get my degree in Bigfoot Field Research now. I need to go to bed before I completely lose my mind.

You really never know what you're gonna get when you come to this blog eh??

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Evil teachers = frozen children

We are having a LOVELY cold snap right now, temperatures are hovering around -35C and it is just FANTASTIC!! Oh yes, we all love it and brag to our friends/relatives in Florida (or other warm places) and tell them just how much they're missing out. Y'know, like what the heck do you people do with no snow? Make sandmen? And with no ice fog? See clearly while driving? No frost on the windshields? Also see clearly while driving? No "square" tires? Drive a smooth, non-bumpy ride to work? How boring.

I kid. We are complaining like the earth is going to become a frozen solid block at any moment. We whine. We complain. And then we complain some more. And we buy hot chocolate and drink tea and wear onesie pj's from the moment we get home until the moment we go to bed.  And then we say, WHY are we living in the frozen north? None of us has an answer. So we stay. 

The cold reminds me of a moment in my  childhood which I'm pretty sure I'm not exaggerating in my memory.  The teachers would do anything to throw us outside and have a moments peace. 

I remember it like it was yesterday.  Let me start from the beginning.

One fine, mid-winter morning, I was a happy child. I was all ready to go to school and learn and see my friends and not get into trouble for distracting the class. My mom made my brother and I a nice breakfast as we got along smashingly all the time:

After we were content with a belly full of food, we were ready to go do some learning!

Eager beavers that we were, I met up with my BFF Krystal (Best Friend Forever, except for those 2-4 yrs we hated each other) down the street.

We always walked to school, which was normally a 10-minute walk. But that was when you weren't blinded by a blizzard and slowed down by the 90 km/hr wind gusts.

We were bundled up because the wind was so nasty and all we could see was each others eyeballs.

We walked and walked and tried to get there as fast as we could. Every once in awhile we'd peer over our clothing to make sure the other was still there. That's true friendship. 

We eventually made it to school. Frosty eyelashes and semi-frozen eyeballs, but we made it.

It was a massive relief to get into the school! Nice and toasty warm, we took off our boots and parkas and snowpants and gloves and hats and fleece jackets and scarves and wool socks over regular socks, and were ready for the day.

I recall discussing how much fun recess was going to be - as I just assumed we'd be spending it inside, given the -47C windchill factor.  We LOVED indoor recess!  Teachers hid in their "special teacher's lounge" so we could run around the school, hide in closets and throw toilet paper at each other. It was going to be fun!

And warm.

So imagine our horror when 10:15 rolled around and our teacher said:

"Oh, don't be so dramatic you guys. It's not that cold out. Now go get dressed, you have 2 minutes... GO!"

As we cried our way to the coat racks, we questioned how the teachers would explain our frozen 10 year old bodies to our parents.

The teachers quickly ushered us out the side door and didn't just close the door behind, they LOCKED IT!!!  I am not kidding, they totally locked us out.

So there we were, all huddled up in the small protected area just outside the school doors. We banged on the door for what seemed like hours, with no teachers in sight.

We acted like a herd of adolescent musk-ox - crying, whining, pushing each other and finally gathering in a large circle with the smallest kids on the inside. Our little brains instinctively knew that this circular formation gave us the best chance of survival. 

The banging on the door didn't help, feigning injury didn't help, screaming "we're seriously FREEEEZING!!!" didn't help and the pseudo-mob/musk-ox formation definitely didn't help the teachers hear (or care about) our plea.

We were screwed and we knew it.

And all we could do was picture our teachers, in the nice warm building. They were probably eating donuts, drinking lattes and watching Dr. Phil by the fire on their big screen tv in the "special teachers lounge" - the secret room we were NEVER allowed to go in.

I was so traumatized during that recess, that I don't even remember the rest of the day. I'm pretty sure I froze some brain cells. That poor generation, we all could have been much smarter had our teachers not been so evil.

Why they felt the need to get away from us so badly, I'll never know!

Friday, January 20, 2012

Saturday night entertainment

People ask, "Stacie, what do you do for fun on a Saturday night at 30 below?"

And although there can be multiple answers to this - like, watching Hockey Night in Canada, lying on the couch with 10 dogs strewn about the cabin, obsessing over getting past a level in Angry Birds (thanks cheater sites!), to the rare occassion of going to town and socializing with other humans... this BY FAR is my most favourite thing to do on a Saturday night:

Monday, January 16, 2012

One dark night...

One dark and well, DARK night (it is January in the Yukon, after all!), I was laying down on the couch watching my new favourite show American Horror Story.

For those of you who haven't seen it, it is a relatively freaky show about spirits and ghosts and murder and general evil-ness taking place in an old house.  I was on a AHS bender, having just discovered it so I thought it was a GREAT idea to watch ALL the episodes in record time. While this led to a few entertaining evenings, it also led to an increase in the freaked-outness factor.

As the nights went on, the demon babies, the dead (or not dead?) ex-lovers, the twin-murderers (why are twins always on a murderous rampage??) all were starting to get to me. It all really started to freak me out. I was having dreams and flashbacks of a real ghost/spirit that I've seen in the past, which I won't go into, 'cause it'll freak me out more.

Anyways!  I was hearing noises, I was seeing things outside in the dark, I was having freaky dreams, and I pretty much didn't want to go outside into the dark.  Here I am on one of the last nights, watching the show, with all the dogs inside.
As you can see, I am getting a little tense on the couch. Doesn't even help that George is lying on top of me. She's not protecting me though, she's just a couch-hog.  You may notice that there are only 7 dogs downstairs, three are upstairs for those observant readers out there.  Here I am, lying on the couch surrounded by dogs when I realize, "CRAP! I have to go and plug my car in. WHY does it have to be cold out!"

Oh yeah, the Yukon. Right. Stupid -30 winter.

So I enlist the help of my furry buddies. I mean, I don't want to go outside alone, who knows what is out there.  Plus, I am ALWAYS doing things for the dogs - such as feeding them, petting them, walking them, etc. They totally owe me.

I start with my most devoted dog, the big dude, Kuna. He's always following me around, he LOVES me. Hel'll protect me? He'll do anything for me, right?


Now Gracie is *sometimes* useful. She looooves me. Well, she looooves me petting her and being her general slave. Will she help me out?
  No. Apparently sleeping upside down with your legs splayed everywhere is more important.

Ok, Pooh Bear has GOT to be interested! I can't keep that little maniac away from me if I tried. Let's see what she has to say:


I give up.

In the end, I had to go out and plug the car in ALL BY MYSELF. This process took about 3 seconds but I swear something tried to grab me as I ran back into the cabin...

Now I'm going to only watch happy comedy shows!

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Baby Wolf Howl

This is the cutest thing ever! A baby wolf trying out his howl for the first time. 

Monday, January 09, 2012

Dog Beer!

Doggie Brew! It really freakin' exists. At least it's not really made out of alcohol, just malt, hops and MEAT!!! PB started screeching at the thought of a tasty, meaty beery-drink. Then she thought about it and told me under NO CIRCUMSTANCES am I now allowed to go to the pub without her. Before I would say "oh, sorry, no dogs allowed - nothing to drink for you... really. So sorry... I mean it. If ONLY they had dog beer, you'd be in like Flynn! But alas, they don't. So suck it... I mean, what a bummer eh!!?? Really, I wish you could be attached to me ALL DAY instead of just MOST of the day..."

Sunday, January 08, 2012

Trying to explore with the pack...

The lovely weather here lately has been great! We could use more snow out there on my(our) river trail, but it's doable for now. Took all 10 maniacs out for a little free run the other day and then we did some bushwhacking and wandering about. Because that is what it's all about, wandering about for absolutely no reason... welcome to my world!

Guess who was annoying as always??
I really do try to get pictures of the rest of the crew, but PB makes it nearly impossible by never venturing farther than 20ft away from me.

Harris and Woody and Gracie

And here's George and Lucy, my wonderful "problem children" trio of those 2 and Gracie are soon...what's that? Agh! PB, get out of the photo!!!!!!!!!!
Were you calling MEEE? Just in case, here I am!!! Oh! You're taking photos, let me photobomb the picture of Lucy and George, because you know a photo without a Pooh Bear is not a photo at all!

What I was try to say... is that George, Gracie and Lucy are all turning 12 next week. Holy crap. How have we all survived so long together? I am exhausted just thinking of how much trouble they used to cause me! But now they're much more calm and sweet - for the most part anyways.
Gracie checks out the otter smells

Finally! A photo of some of the other dogs. Here they were checking out the "special otter nest" or whatever it is otters do at the base of trees... (this is where we spotted the elusive otter tracks not long ago)

Oh c'mon... seriously???

Hiiiiii Stacie... I haven't jumped on you or ran into you for at LEAST 90 seconds... and hey! I see you still have the camera and perhaps the blog readers would like to see down my throat??

No! They want to see something other than your tonsils.  Here's some more dogs:


My favourite photo - almost captured everyone! Only big Kuna is awol, probably behind us, catching up!

There he is, plodding along in the back.

Lucy and Gracie find something uber-interesting in the snowbank/river's edge. They always stop in this spot to re-smell it. Because they might have missed something last time y'know.

Here's a video of part of the wandering about and everyone is pretty mellow because they have already ran at least 3 miles (not counting all the zig-zagging thru the trees!)

Saturday, January 07, 2012

Uh oh!

Pooh Bear managed to sneak onto the laptop and set up her own Twitter account! No doubt she will try to use it to her own advantage, in hopes of receiving toys and treats from afar! But don't buy into it! You can follow "@pbthedog" on Twitter or just look over to the right and see her Twitter feed that she magically embedded into the blog!

Damn I really need to keep a closer eye on them...

Go away Woody! I need to update my Twitter account and no, people aren't interested in YOUR Twitter account. It's all about meeeeee!!!

Sunday, January 01, 2012

Happy New Year!

Here's to a fantastic and prosperous 2012 for all of you (4) faithful Yukon Yahoos visitors! We had a blast on NY Eve, got to spend it with 2 of my favourite things - friends and dogs! Head on over to Yukon Adventure Magazine to see a bit about what we did that day, some more fun skijoring.

Since they were so awesome on our last run, I decided to take Woody and Pooh Bear out for the NY Eve run.

Guess which one of the two is slightly traumatized by being stuffed in the car? Woody (lying down paralyzed below) was certain he was being "shipped off to the farm" and not the kind of farm that has goats and pigs and cows. The kind of farm that parents tell their kids they're sending the dog to... but the dogs mysteriously disappear and are never heard from again. PB on the other hand thinks everything is AWESOME!!!

Woody said we're probably going to the farm. YAY!!! I FREAKIN' LOVE FARMS!!! I think.

So we got to the trails and harnessed up the dogs, and got all ready to go...

Ok, where's the farm? Just break it to me already.

And then we went skijoring and he was relieved. Woody and Pooh Bear are turning out to be my SUPA-STARS!!!! Went out with some friends this time and those two were awesome, they are a total riot to ski with. Woody was even quickly becoming the "more serious" of the two, I didn't think that was possible. Well, it does prove that PB is the most focused on FUN and not being serious. At all. Ever.

What? I gotta lighten the load so we can run faster!

But for the most part, they were a perfect little running duo - their gaits matched perfectly, they ran the same speed and worked really great together. PB lacked focus near the end but Woody and I were not surprised.

Post-run Woody, seems to still be a little unsure. He probably thinks the farm visit is AFTER the skijor.

Please... I've been good. PB is the bad one, I think you should send HER to the farm.

Happy 2012 everyone! :)