Arrrrrrn's House is a very, very, very fine house.

Heading west shortly after the campers birth.

This month represents four years since I got my Camper. It's the mobile, fishing, hunting, snowboarding, cooking, flytying, sleeping, and traveling machine. Its never come off the truck an I'd say that I've spent well over 500 nights over the four years and its moved around over 100,000KMs in this time.

I've slept in there from -30 Celcius to over 30 degrees above, loved every minute of it, and wouldn't have it any other way. It's not hard to see me when I'm rolling down the road it's pretty unmistakable. It does kinda suck when you're hoping not to be seen at boat launches and fishing spot tho, It doesn't blend in very well.

Sometimes people like to write things on its perpetually dirty exterior. I poked a hole in the door with a trailer in its first year in true Aaron style. The hole is patched with a bit of Gorilla tape and a fish tales sticker. I'll get around to fixing it one day.

Tying flies in the camper down in the tidal section of the Skeena.

This is a nice song. THIS is how the title of the blog post is meant to be said.