I’d like to report a new method of achieving the mysterious ice haven known as Parlee Brook. Let it be called ‘the totally obvious approach’. In order to successfully use this guide you’ll need a master jeweller, a Norwegian, and a government bureaucrat posing as a forester. Any three fellows or ladies meeting this description will do… but more on that later.
To begin, start driving towards ice from Sussex, N.B. Look in the direction that is cold and go that way. Drive for a certain amount of time until you have eaten 1/3 of your supply of samosas. By then, you should be in front of this odd looking abode tucked away in the forest.
Have your jeweller observe this building. It could only be the residence of one of three forest creatures: a leprechaun, a hobbit, or a dwarf. If your craftsman detects a strong smell of gold than you’ve happened upon a Leprechaun, if so… you’re lost. Otherwise a faint smell of precious metals indicates recently mined minerals certainly belonging to a dwarf. This is not good. Otherwise, you’ve found the hobbit hole you’re looking for and you can park your car and gear up.
Head off into the woods. You should continue on this direction until your Norwegian starts to complain that you may be lost. You aren’t. At this point, you’ll find yourself in front of this tree:
Have your government bureaucrat forester eat a handful of needles. Make sure he fills out all the appropriate forms first. If these needles are leased by an industrial logging company he/she will almost instinctively reach a euphoria accompanied by a strong desire to approve any absurd proposal put in front of them. If the foliage tastes bitter, it is likely caused by the nurturing of this tree by rural woodlot owners… who by their nature are distrustful of government bureaucrats rifling through their properties. This bitter taste is a good sign and you’ve found the correct tree. Spin in circles until dizzy and then proceed onward for another 4 cricket-pitches.
You should be getting close by now. You’ll have reached your final landmark when you see this patch of yellow snow in a small clearing.
Have your Norwegian get down on all fours and smell it… taking it its floral bouquet. There are only two types of people who could have marked this spot. The first are snowmobilers… their scent will be characteristic of last nights Bud Light and this morning’s Tim Hortin’s coffee. This is the incorrect patch. Detection of snomobilers should have you turning 180 degrees. The smell you’re looking for is that of last night’s Picaroon’s (or other fine stout) and perhaps some form of designer coffee from earlier that day. Espresso, lattes, or cappuccinos are all acceptable. This is certainly the mark of previous ice climbers and you’re headed for success. Turn left. If by chance you’re Norwegian detects sausages from the Welsford Irving the results are inconclusive… and you should proceed with caution.
If you’ve executing my instructions correctly you should find yourself at Parlee Brook climbing your favourite pitch of perfectly plastic ice. Enjoy. Otherwise… don’t blame the guide… ask yourself if you followed the directions carefully.
Was your jeweller truly an expert or do they work with (gasp) silver (/gasp)?
Was your European fellow a Norwegian or just a lowly Swede in disguise?
Was your forester a true bureaucrat or did you mistakenly bring a ranger or a biologist?
Hope this clears up the confusion!