Canadian Politics Today

I had a little winter fun many years ago when I and a couple of Newfie buddy's spent a January night out on the Labrador coast. We were trying to get to Hopedale but the weather was worsening by the minute, we weren't a hundred percent sure of our exact position and darkness was falling. I decided it was time to give it up for the day. We came across a spot that looked about right in that it was on the lea side of a high enough hill to protect us a little from the strong wind blowing in off the Lab Sea, and it had a few scrub black spruce rising above the snow. I got out my spiral wire camp saws and those spruce ended up becoming a lean to, a wood pile and a lovely camp fire. A little deeper in my survival bag and the packages of freeze dried food came next. Shrimp Creole it was for dinner. And of course the coffee pot. A potful of melted snow and things soon began to simmer and the aroma of that creole mixed with perking coffee was almost as good as the flavor. Dinner over and the mess kits cleaned, the fire stoked again, and I dug down to the bottom of the bag and the next on the menu was a few sips out of that 40 pounder of single malt that one should always have in a survival kit. There were a few stories told as we sipped, threw the odd stick on the fire, and curled up in our Arctic 5 stars for a sleep. Next morning the weather was better so I said boys get the fire on and a fresh pot of coffee while I climb up the hill and see what I can see to get us oriented. Hitting the top of the hill, I had a giggle, turned around and headed right back down. I said "boys to hell with the fire, let's go to Hopedale for coffee, it's just on the other side of this hill."