Ignace

Nothing really to say today. Some days I stretch for things, but today there really is almost nothing...

First, I'll talk about the weather:

We keep missing the rain! It was supposed to thunder storm all day, but nothing came until we were already here in Ignace. Suddenly the skies started spazzing out and flooding the poor town, and so we retreated indoors. We've had exactly one full day of rain so far, and that was the haunted mudslide hotel day in Revelstoke BC.

Earlier, I had to drink yucky lake water  because there was literally nothing between Dryden and Ignace. I added those water cleaning tablets to it though so hopefully I don't vomit up a beaver or something tonight. It was pretty dirty and tasted sweet. Uh oh...

I'm going to try writing a poem:

John is weird
He has a long beard
Look at it grow
Ho ho ho

I'm going to win the Pulitzer prize for poetry methinks. Here's another:

John is like a flower
Except he's not
Because he's not as beautiful
And smells bad

That's my dog Teddy driving a car.

The end.