Okay,. have to admit that I'm here only for the forums. Window shopping is great but I don't shop much without change to jingle and a spot for the new.

I've favorited a few who are in the 95% to 100% matching. I find them intriguing- I'm interested to see those people change. Three things I've noticed; most have very dark photos, lots have zero photos, almost everyone says "very laid" back "or extremeley layed bak", "down to earth" or some reword of that - usually spelt wrong. What the heck.

My background is of the outdoors, but I'm no pro. I just like it.

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There have been great times in the wild. On the south side of Gold Creek above Alouette Lake there's a cliff. Kids were finding places to dive. Deep in the woods there's a stump 4' wide at the top. The ground falls off from the stump for 20' then over the cliff by a hole in the underbrush. Diving off without being able to see the water, or anything other than a hole between bushes far far away is a rush.

On the north side of Anvil island across from Porteau cove on the Sea to Sky highway there's a shallow beach by the edge of the steep side. There when the tide comes up there's no where to go in the morning but back into your kayaks to paddle around. have to hurry with the coffee.

South of Houston BC there's a glacial ice field and trails that lead up only one side. To telemark the gully's on the far side you have to ski across the windswept dome. Its an eerie spot- even in middle of the day in sun the powder gets whipped up. Its impossible to see ahead. The horizon falls off in front and only the mountain peaks far off are visible below a sea of crystals. There's no nearby landmarks for perspective, its like skiing across a giant fogcovered lens but with no sense you're even moving.

Lately I've been reading a bunch of profiles and felt the need to update mine, say a little more about what's going on, but just as I was considering that a thunderstorm broke out. The big white thing crawled up here from downstairs with a small fuzzy football in his mouth and instead of laying beside me as he usually does he jumped up to sprawl over my feet and nurse on his fuzzy toy. Maybe wait for the dog to calm down before I start messing around with more, or I suppose less, info here.

Cheers.

A first date is often so different than imagined - only looking back did I realize thats what they were.
A wild chick moved into my apartment at university with her two dogs. She had a boyfriend in Montreal 2000 miles away, but my regular roommate was jealous. He wanted Dee for herself. Before her bed was worked out she had one night on my cold waterbed, cuddled close, eyes glowing under the moon. Its not quite so romantic when you both have a 5:45 wakeup and interest is haunting. We didn't keep on that - in fact we never spoke of the night again. Months later we're in Hawaii for a camp. Staying at at UofH dorms, geckos and lizards on the walls, and I'm just beat from too much swimming, and she crawls into bed under the scratchy blankets with some tiger baum we should have been more careful about, thinking I'd completely forgotten about the cold waterbed. Who could forget?