Tuesday, August 17, 2004

My good friend Jeff Martin, died yesterday while clibing an ice face near the columbia ice-fields.
I've known Jeff for about 15 years and, as parts of a group, together we have driven, cycled, skied, hiked, paddled, sailed, snowshoed and sometimes crawled tens of thousands of kilometers together.

I love you Jombi and I will miss you.

And the guns fell silent...

Monday, August 16, 2004

As I sit here taking in the the beauty of the sunset over the Baltic sea in high summer, my introspection leads to a question which has plagued me for years; What is the medical term for blowing your nose?

Who knows? The innernet probably deos...

Finished up one of the wells today and my partner and I are short-changing from graveyards to daylights. Yippee. Should have a few weeks of sitting around now while they screw around with the rig thingy.

Wednesday, August 11, 2004

Here I am, live and well on Lukoil D-6. The helicopter is broken so we had to do our crewchange by boat. That's okay with me for reasons that shall only be guessed at by the reader. Four weeks, six days left. Too early to start the countdown? Surely not.

Friday, August 06, 2004

Six weeks. Six weeks from today I'll be giddy as a school-girl as I make my wat to the arena to watch Rush. But first, I have to go sit on a rig for five of those weeks. This is going to be the longest hitch ever.

L8r Sk8r

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