After spending a few days on a major trucking route we’ve become less sensitive to loud large vehicles flying past us at arms reach. There are still moments of “holy sh*t that was a little too close” but for the most part it seems that people don’t want to turn us into hood ornaments. And with that, let me tell you about being scared.
We were somewhere in Northern BC, setting up camp beside an abandoned lodge when a couple of military trucks came by, nothing out of the ordinary - tank, tank like jeep, giant missile launcher. And that’s when it happened, the loudest earth shaking oh my god that missile launcher just exploded kind of sound came screaming across the road and into my ears and down into my soul where I knew that something bad just happened.
The dust cloud didn’t have time to settle before I was running (cautiously creeping) towards the road, I wanted to see what happened to that missile launcher before CBC showed up. But the missile launcher was still on the truck and the rod was covered with rubber shrapnel, the transport truck blew a tire… Not quite as remarkable as it could have been but still exciting enough to need to change your underwear.