Have you ever had a day where every single thing pisses you off? I’ve had more than my fair share as of late, but Sunday was especially annoying. I found some new solar cells on sale for my trailer, which was great, but it was snowing, blowing, and just plain crapola for most of the weekend so they are still in the box and not out on the roof of the trailer where I want them to be. I decided to grab a camera and go for a drive instead. I figured I might as well check out a favourite paddle boarding haunt.
The river had opened up considerably, but the ice along the banks would make getting a paddle board into the water problematic to say the least. The water is cold as hell, but I have a drysuit for that and that’s not a large concern to me. It’s the mechanics of getting from the shore into the water and back again. The most immediate issue was that I spotted some cheeky sod out on an open kayak fishing in my river at -5C. Dude, doing sketchy things solo on the Bow River is my vibe, not yours. Back in your lane, asshat. How dare you?
Was I pissed off? Yes. Did it show? Yes, definitely. I was in the middle of setting up for my Grumpy Old Man selfie when some other asshat rolled in and parked right next to me. There’s a huge empty parking lot and you have to crowd me, jerkoff? This is obviously one of those tossers who slides right up to the urinal next to you when there are five others that are empty. He needed to piss off already. I don’t have much of a poker face as you can see from above.
I have a a bad feeling that, the older I get, the bigger of an asshole I’ll become. This is par for the course. One of Ray’s stock sayings used to be, “the bigger the truck, the more asshole it carries.” Ladies and gentlemen, I have turned into that asshole and I’ve got the truck to prove it now.
I made sure to give the two offenders at the park a last bit of withering stinkeye and I rolled onward. The first stop after leaving the park was to photograph a 1957 McCormick 28 foot thresher. It’s hard to find these in such original condition with the paint intact and the optional accessories attached. The iron wheels are especially rare as many farmers discarded them in favour of newer, conventional inflated tires.
AB, 2025-03-30
AB, 2025-03-30
I decided to drive through the hamlet of Carseland on the way home. I stopped to get some images of Stickman’s Stick Shack on my way past. I had parked my truck in what I thought was a safe spot to get the images and was yelled at for it by a local. Not wanting to be outdone, I yelled back.
That ended my desire to hunt down any more photos in the grey and gloom so I took my own advice and pissed off already.
Top three images courtesy of my Samsung Galaxy S23 Ultra. Bottom three images courtesy of my Canon EOS R5 with a Canon 17-40mm EF L f4-5.6 lens. See? I finally pulled out a real camera again, and even better, I didn’t bonk anyone with it. Yet.
