Michele and I were out on the Ski-do's today. It's the first good run we've had with them since they were both stolen. Yep both machines were stolen from us last week. We got them back the same morning they were stolen but of course out of fuel and damaged. The four kids responsible for the thefts were caught the same afternoon. One boy is being charged the other is going to community justice and the two girls involved have not yet been charged with anything. Community justice is just a slap on the wrist but at least one of the kids is going to a real court. It is unlikely that we will get any compensation for the damages. Also on a good note we do have both machines running with help from friends and neighbours. Michele's Ski-do is working almost like new and just needs a new windshield. Mine still has a problem with the tread and I think it is just the drive belt. At least that's what I hope is all that is wrong with it. Both of us were lucky the kids just unhooked the ignition and DESS caps instead of cutting them.
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One of the great things (or bad things..depends which side of the coin you're on.) about living in an isolated, small community is when someone screws up most likely someone knows about it. When we were heading to the tuck, to find the machines, a co-worker of Michele's stopped and yelled out "I know where your machines are and the kids that stole them!". Even when we were fueling up the machines to try driving them home people were stopping to tell us they seen who had stolen them. At least everything ended okay.
Michele standing by her machine a 2009 Scandic 550 Ski-do.

Me standing by mine a 2006 Expedition 550 Ski-do












We got wet.

Other people got wet.





They had lots of crocodiles and several "Don't go over the fence" signs in the area.

It was cool and 







We'll be back. Ya Man.

This is how you risk destroying your camera. Made for a great shot.








Every time I photographed a plant it has spider webs all over it. Most I didn't notice until I looked at the photo's on the computer.
I was doing some advertising for Nunavut. I finally had to stop wearing it because people were constantly asking me were it was or what was it. It's amazing when a Canadian is asking were it is and an American from California pipes up and tells them were it is. *sigh*
A lot of the walls in Mexico were covered in glass to keep people from going over the top. Some of them were very pretty.