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2/21/2005
~ Jeremy
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| I have started work with a new eXtreme Sports Camp by Nordegg called Frontier Lodge. They do ice-climbing, back country skiing, climbing, caving, white water canoeing, mountain biking, survival training and a whole variety of other activities. I just finished reworking their website so make sure that you check it out. Needs some work still, but it is a good start.
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2/17/2005
~ Jeremy
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Nothing like some perspective.
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Many of you are looking at Steve's pictures and reading about his adventures and your wondering... What about the other Teeuwsen's? What happened to them? How come they never post anything? Well have I got some exciting news for you.
Dan has bought a new dishwasher and is hoping to pick it up tonight.
Keith is studying in school and although he is doing the best out of the Teeuwsen's in engineering is considering leaving it all for a career in teaching extreme sports.
Mom & Dad just got a new bed. Enough said.
Kim & I (Jeremy) are just living the easy life. It isn't terribly exciting, but that being said it isn't terribly difficult so how exciting could it really be anyway?
Now I know there is a world of other Teeuwsen's out there. Some of which I know of and they are doing all kinds of interesting things and maybe we will have to change the format of teeuwsen.com so that everyone can post. We will see...
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2/16/2005
~ Steve
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Hey all,
I'm back home and it's sweet to be here. I'm working hard on getting a application to photography school in Montreal. It's coming together so hopefully it arrives on time.
I've got some photo's organized from the philippines so I'll start at the getting on the plane,
After we flew in we caught a night bus up north to Bagio. It's the capital of mountain province and pretty cool but there aren't really any touris attractions,
The market was cool there though and it was a good break in the buss trip to Sagad which is about 13 hours. Here's a view from the us over the broken and washed out "highest road in the Philippines".
We decided Sagada is the Banff of the Philippines. It's a high alpine town with lots of tasty pines to keep things smelling good. There's lots to check out: hanging coffins on the cliffs, caves, rice terraces and friendly people in theis little town. We caught the town festival and parade,
Here are some bitter looking punks from the local Scout troup,
Here's the creepy coffins the've been hanging around for about 100 years,
Not all of them so successfuly..
It was a cool town but we didn't stick around long. We cruised up to Batad where there were we had to hike in to stay. It was such a sweet spot, the terraces as I wrote to some of you are CRAZY.
Here's the two of us hiking in. A guy at the bus stop tried to convince us we needed a guid. We knew we probably didn't need a guide and we didn't, but it turned out for the best. Because it was near sunset and he carried Alia's pack up a shortcut that was like climbing a wall of stairs.
It reminded me of the hike I planned of 22kms of though switch backs and mosquitos I planned a few summers ago. Yeehaw
And another overview shot of the terraces, but I promis it's the last.
Did I say it was sweet to be up in the mountains? It was so sweet. We hiked around, up and down terraces, swam in the waterfall and saw the brightest I've ever seen.
From the mountains we went on a race to the beach. We hiked out in the morning, bought a few masks and then took the Ice Box night buss for 10 hours. The thing just kept on pumping the AC. I ended up taking down the curtains to curl up in most of the way to Manilla. We waited around for the airport to open and then took the first plane out to Palawan. We flew, then from the airport we went into town got some supplies and took a dusty, bumpy jeepny ride to Sabang.
I was feeling a little drained walking from the airport
And it was so worth it when we were finaly swimming,
We Beached and island hopped snorkelling for the rest of the trip. I haven't up loaded any of the pictures yet, but I think I've up loaded enough of these and I'm not even usre it is going to work.
Got any high flying skiing shots to post yet?...
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2/11/2005
~ Dan
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Steven it's you Birthday, Happy Birthday Steven
Alright, it is time to celebrate! Everyone raise your glasses and tip one back for Steve.
< LOST PICTURE >
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2/06/2005
~ Jeremy
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Joke:
Old Jake lived alone in Eastern Newfoundland. He wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, Mike, who used to help him, was in an Ontario prison.
The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament:
Dear Mike,
I am feeling a mite down because it looks like I won't be able to plant me potato garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me.
Love, Dad
A few days later he received a letter from his son:
Dear Father,
For CRYING OUT LOUD, don't dig up the garden! That's where I buried all them feckin' BODIES!
Love, Mike
At 4 A. M. the next morning, a dozen agents from the R.C.M.P. along with local police officer showed up and dug up the entire garden down to a depth of about six feet.
That evening, not finding any bodies, they apologized to the old man
and left.
The next day the old man received another letter from his son:
Dear Father,
Go ahead and plant yer spuds now. It's the best I could do under the circumstances!
Love, Mike
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