It’s a glorious March morning here in Bon Accord. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping and my husband is ironing his work shirts — in the nude. I know, I know, but hey, I live with him. And part of why I love him is for quirky little things like that.
I would never and I mean NEVER even consider doing anything in the nude. Just all that exposure — can’t handle it. He, on the other hand, revels in his ‘freedom’. It’s like his challenge to the world — see me! — and always with a huge, crooked grin on his face. I just pray he stays away from the windows.
Although I’ve had an extremely busy, somewhat stressful week just passed, it was for the most part pretty good. I felt like I really accomplished some good and put in some good time at work. We are close to Spring Break and emotions are always running a little high for a couple of weeks before. The kids are itching to get out of school, teachers and staff are stressed about report cards and parent/teacher interviews and parents are concerned that their kids aren’t learning up to their potential or are being short-changed somehow.
Give us all a week off in the sunshine and fresh air and we’ll settle down and revert to normal. Whatever normal is.
Personally, I can hardly wait for the break. I need some serious ‘down’ time. Time to get some writing done, time to read, time to start cleaning and purging. Time to do anything but think of work.
Now, I’ve got to make a comment about the avalanche in Revelstoke yesterday. The second one. The first one was bad enough. The deaths, injury, destruction, recriminations, talk of legislation, etc., etc.. My reaction, like a great many others, was: What a bunch of stupid yahoos! How do they justify stupidity as a sport? And how do they justify putting so many people’s lives in danger for what they call their ‘love of nature’?
Yeah, I just love the thought of people being buried under tons of suffocating snow. I love the thought of someone’s child living without one or both of his/her parents because Mommy and Daddy died doing what they ‘loved’. I love the thought of parents burying their child and having to explain their heartbreak was caused by a recessive gene for stupidity. The ensuing arguments over whose side it came from must be a laugh riot.
All the bullshit that came out following that first avalanche about how these ‘nature lovers’ and ‘thrill seekers’ are not just redneck morons, but actual doctors and lawyers and accountants and. . . just about made me want to. . . well, I don’t really know what it made me want to do, I just know it made me insane for a moment or two. As if looking to their ranks and proclaiming that they’ve got ‘professionals’ amongst them somehow legitimizes their complete and utter lack of brains. An education or initials behind a name is certainly not an indicator of intelligence — merely an indicator of choice and opportunity.
Now, yesterday, another avalanche, bigger and more devastating than the first was yet again triggered by idiots on snowmobiles. One person is confirmed dead and the search is on for more buried beneath a mountain of snow and debris.
There’s always the argument tossed out that you can’t paint an entire group with the same brush as you would one or two of its members because of stupid or reckless behaviour and questionable personal beliefs and morals. Not all Nazi’s were bad, if you get my drift. They just happened to belong to the same organization that sanctioned whole-sale slaughter and ethnic cleansing, but they didn’t all actually DO any of that, or, so they say. They were, they’ll tell you, good people, caught up by an idea that just went wrong.
and if you believe that. . .
. . .then you’ll believe that snow mobilers are just innocent victims of the nature they so dearly worship and love. They are seduced by pristine, virgin snows and clear blue skies to drive, en-mass, into the wilderness with their pollution-chugging trucks and SUV’s.
They churn up the valleys and river banks with their high-priced toys and then they leave their garbage and their beer cans, the butt-ends of their celebratory cigars, their baby’s diapers and their children’s snack wrappers littering the place they swear they revere. They disrupt the habitat of countless species of wildlife, none of which they ever see, because they make so much noise and wreak so much havoc that the wildlife flees in desperation.
Yes, these people are not rednecks, these people are not reckless and selfish and thoughtless and moronic, these people are ‘getting out there’ , they’re ‘experiencing’ life, they’re spending ‘quality time’ with family and friends. Somehow, I’m just not buying it.
Why, I ask, did this second group of snow mobilers go back to an area that they knew was unstable? Someone give me an answer to that, one that makes sense and I’ll stop spewing my derision for this group of idiots. I seriously hope that no one else was killed or injured in that massive avalanche, but I think that’s pretty naive on my part. I also seriously hope that the government steps in and starts making these people take some responsibility for their reckless behaviour and that they make them accountable for the cost of rescue efforts and clean up.
One more thing — do you know who I feel the most sorry for in all of this? It’s the police, the avalanche patrol, the rescue workers, the health service providers and the rational people of Revelstoke who have stepped up and provided assistance, help, aid and comfort to the victims of these preventable tragedies — they’re the true heroes.