Flanged said:
Will I be able to chop down a tree, roll it down the hill into the river, then stand on it as we follow the current back to the village, like they did in the Yukon?
I didn't want to be a barber anyway. I wanted to be a lumberjack! Leaping from tree to tree as they float down the mighty rivers of British Columbia! The giant redwood! The fir! The larch! The mighty Scots Pine! The smell of fresh-cut timber! The crash of mighty trees! With my best girly by my side, we'd sing, sing, SING!