A special welcome to all GCers new to the great land of Canuckistan. We're glad you're here. This cache will help you get your "hoser" on!
Hows' she goin', b'y? Me, I needed a break from this summer baking. It's 35 C in the kitchen, and I'm working next to the 375 F ovens. I'm 5 ft 6, and 150 lbs, so hauling 25 kilo bags of flour has me sweating like a pig. And when I'm not doing that, it's carefully dividing pounds of butter into tablespoons, or cleaning up some outside mess caused by the trash pandas. I know, eh?
But now it's Friday and it's just about beer o'clock (well, once I get to Dougie's, that is).
My friend Doug has a cottage on the lake (my own camp is another 75 klicks north of his). Chez Douglas is on 2-1/2 acres of Shield granite, and means travelling about 3 hours up the 400 from the 6ix. And then down a 200m driveway that's barely a 10-foot gap through the bush.
I brought a 26er of rye and a 2L coke. Bought the coke at the crappy tire store - where I found a loonie on the ground! (I gave it to some hoser outside the Lickbo, when I went in to grab the CC.)
When I got there, Dougie was right out on the chesterfield in his Kenora dinner jacket and a toque. (Dude, it's like 35C!) He'd been out in the sun too much and looked the colour (with a "u') of Lester the Lobster. I'll wake him by cooking up some KD and peameal backbacon. That's how we build a real beer muscle! (If only the Hydro doesn't go out.) Dougie already had a two-four, the ketchup chips, and a bag of homo milk waiting to make yogurt. Wtf? Now I realize (with a zed) that I shoulda brought a 40-pounder and some more pop.
Anyhoo, now it's time for you to claim this cache by seeking out the true Holy Grail of all Canucks. Mind now, the access from the Great White North parking is much more interesting than from the south parking. And didja bring me a double-double?
It would be great if everyone who claims this cache signed the paper log and then posted another bit of unique Canadiana to help newcomers. Could be a regionalism, like "bunny-hug" (a hoodie in Saskatchewan). Could be the lyrics to Log Driver's Waltz ("birling down white water"). You can decide what qualifies as "Canajun" enough. But please consider adding some local language quirks that you know, and that would be genuinely helpful for newcomers to know.