So my work is flying the entire company (including all of the branch offices) away for an overnight event. The thing is, we won't actually know where we are going until we are at the airport. They say it is a three hour flight, they have booked the entire plane for just our company, it will be minus 10 to minus 20 degrees, we need sunglasses, and the theme is "Going to Extremes" (woo. or whatever you say about these sorts of tag lines). People have been in my office repeatedly trying to figure out how far we can go in three hours by drawing little circles on my world map poster.

Outside of my mental images of us shivering in dirt huts beside meager fires, hunting for our own food (squirrels) a la Ray Mears and then chewing the skins for clothing, I'm having a hard time pinning down our destination. (In my more optimistic moments I hope for Lapland or Iceland... Snowshoeing! Skiing! Skidooing! And then you would hear a heartfelt "Woo!")

The danger is that the more positive imaginings might lead to disappointment so I'll stick with the bleak ones. That way I can be prepared for the worst and potentially ecstatically happy if my sweeter dreams come true.

Of course I've also pictured the scenario where the plane goes plummeting onto a remote mountain top and we have to decide who to eat after the airline rations run out. Should we base it on performance reviews (after all it is a company event), on bulk (who will go the furthest when divided up) or on who is easiest to catch? I'm morbid. I know. It entertains me though.

Here's some instructional Ray Mears content.

And I'll fill you in on where we went after the event.

Labels: being alive, participating, sometimes anticipation is half the fun