hahahahaha
hahahahaha
major victuals for thought here too gregg
hey
can you imagine the navy van was mistaken there for a victuals truck
newfy for roadside fish & chips i should supply
because of all the freakin nautical art on it
but i think
as you so poignantly suggest
that the search or even let us call it the quest for the source of ones
very own & uniquely personal punctological preoccupation is an essential if
not quintessential part of the whole multipointing game
&
keeping track of ones personal extremities
both pro & am
why that is tew gewfy tew
i go roughly w152 to e5 & n65 to s14 paid
but for love n66 to s35
for a grand total of 15857 square degrees
for example
best possible score 64800
astronauts are disqualified
finally i cannot bring myself to snip your writings any more because i
think everyone should reread them
m
& i am glad you did make it & that it must have been into deer lake rather
than the creek per se
& talking about creeks what do you hear from that goofy brother of yours
i had imagined you yourself might be one of the mentioned men on these men
& menbqc babies
>
>Joe Batt's Arm is the farthest north I ever went on a company tab (no
>lie). Why would a company send me (or anyone) there? Because there
>are circuits to be sold in St. John's, and they don't seem to care if
>you fly into Deer Creek and drive the rest of the way as long as an
>order follows. Ah, the beauty of big companies. I explained that my
>itinerary was most efficient and they bit. Apparently even the house
>travel service doesn't have a good map. Anyway, I climbed Gross Morne
>and ate Cod lips along the way. And I suppose I should feel guilty
>but I can't.
>
>The very best part was telephoning my brother from the Castaway
>Lounge (with company calling card of course) right from downtown Joe
>Batt's Arm. Yes, there is beer, food, a phone, a pool table, an
>operable lightbulb and everything. It was good because ever since we
>were kids we always wanted to go to there. When I told him where I
>was he was beyond surprized. We hadn't mentioned Joe Batt's Arm for
>at least 30 years. The last time I remember discussing it was when we
>were looking for the "weirdest" places on earth by globe. It must
>have been in the mid 60s. Nevertheless, Brian knew exactly where I
>was and requested a sample of the terrain, a rock. I still have it.
>Hey Brian, you still want it? HaHaHa. I think the idea of
>pointing/bounding and going there must become a part of you when you
>are very young. Maybe its genetic.
>
>Joe Batt's Arm is the very first point for the sake of being a point
>that I ever went for. I'm glad I made it. Run dildo, run!!!
>
>GB