Dangerously cold activity
I was going to write about how enough dead bees will make a grown man cry; unfortunately, they will. Learned that this evening while watching the Nature of Things. Just one more factoid in a vast, changing world. Thank you, Dr. Suzuki.
Locally, the average citizen doesn’t think much about apiculture during the winter months. Or any other time, as far as I can tell.
Our attention turns to other, more newsworthy observations. The Hôtel de Glace is open. The Palais de Glace is under construction. The Sidewalks of our fair city are back to their usual slippy state. The river is frozen over. We’re just weeks away from the opening of the Carnaval, and the city is ready, already.
Out in that frozen river, hardy adventurous athletes are coming home from work, strapping on their flashing lights and lifejackets, and heading out for a few hours of practice. Ice canoe races. I find walking to the bus stop to be an extreme sport (Sidewalks), but I’ll never know the shock to the system that must come from slipping under your canoe in the dark.
There’s a conflict between the intrepid icenauts and the people responsible for the port area. Something to do with dangerous activity. Perspicacious bunch, are they not? Maybe I’ll get with the game and actually go down to the shore on the second weekend of Carnaval, cheering cap on and my woolies donned. Unless, and I shudder to think about it, the teams decide to boycott the competition. That’s the possibility, if the port authority doesn’t endorse their “need” to practice in the dark.
