Dad turned 75 this year, and decided to throw financial caution to the wind and take his boys all out to Haida Gwaii for Salmon fishing. It was without question a peak brotherly moment. 

First 3 days of the trip – Exploring the Island

Next 4 days of the trip – Bonking, bonking, and some more bonking. Did I say bonking? There was even a little bit of bonking that went on the side of a full entre sized bonk flambé. 

A question I’ve been getting from a lot of my followers is, “Hey, I heard you guys bonked, but how much bonking was there really? Small, medium, large, or largely exessive amounts of bonk? It’s funny because the amount of bonk that we had, was not on any of these scales. That’s just an idea of the level of bonk that was engaged with. At one point after a long day of bonking, we all rushed our tiny little bodies to bed to have a nice reparative sleep. Wouldn’t you know, Dave astrotravelled into my realm, and was like, “hey, I’m kind of bored and can’t stop thinking about all the bonking we did the last 2 days.” I was like, “Dave, we’ve gotta rest up so we have lots of bonking energy tomorrow.” Then dave was like “But Byron, when you do what you love, you don’t work a day in your life. And if you’re not working, you’re resting. So I’m going to go gather up James and Matt in quarter theta 42, and see if there’s some cosmic salmon we can bonk. This isn’t about you anymore Byron, this is about the bonk.” Anyways, Dave got really dramatic about it and I capitulated and we went off and honestly had a stellar time with the cosmic bonk. 

So again, did we bonk? Yes, we bonked… and it was literally and cosmically off the scales, so may we please move on?