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Yea, the North is pretty cool, we drove the Top of The World Highway, stopped in Chicken Alaska (pop. 30-50 at it's peak in the summer.) Went on to Dawson, did the Sourtoe, got drunk and gambled. Dylan staggered from boardwalk to boardwalk on the walk back to the bunkhouse. Well, I didn't win my category. I'm pretty choked about it, but I've found something to do, and that is starting the organization of Facial Hair clubs in our great Nation under the umbrella of Beard Team Canada. I want to get back to Winnipeg, miss a lot of good people there. But we keep meeting good people everywhere we stop. Hmmmm, yea. I think I'm going to try and write more when I'm not hungover.