This post begins with a confession. Hustling down the highway to our next stop, stopping only for food and a few hours sleep here and there: it has been tough to fit in the time to find somewhere to shower. Simply put, none of us are showering as often as we might like to. There have been points where I was concerned that I stunk a wee bit.
Luckily Alex put me straight. For a while I heard him saying, "that's just your furmoans" in his hearty drawl. I didn't know what he was talking about. What are furmoans? Turns out what Alex was talking about are pheromones. They're a subtle part of the not so subtle smell we put out. They are a scent emitted to create attraction between people. In Alex's case, he's got a hunch his pheromones are part of why people love to hang out and chat with him. Maybe so, I've been thinking.
We had an amazing day in Sheppenville, Pennsylvania, at the Clarion County Career Centre. It's a place where students come to learn things like policing, culinary arts, carpentry, and most relevant to the ice road trucking thing: diesel technology. There was a long, patient lineup of students and community members waiting to chat with Alex all day, despite, or maybe even because of his "furmoans."
I found this all comforting. It helped me change how I felt about my own smell. I even started to feel proud of my smell. Until at the end of the day I congratulated Alex on a great day and he turned to me and said, "Good work to you too. Now go shower. You smell like a sled dog!" Now my stench complex has returned.
Big thanks to everyone in Sheppenville for an awesome event. Tomorrow: Ohio. And hopefully a shower.