We had lunch Saturday with one of my favorite new Finnlanders (and I have about 15 favorite new Finnlanders.) Mikko spoke pretty good broken English and it seemed whenever he didn’t know what else to say, an “Iz Goood” would pop out of his mouth. ‘Iz Goood’ stuck for the remainder of the weekend. Whenever we couldn’t understand the locals, we’d just nod and say, ‘Iz Goood.’
Bigg’s 3rd place Truck Pull…Iz Goood.
High noon sun, fans, and spiked Hot cocoa…Iz Goood.
Having Zydrunas confirm Bigg’s invite to the World loglift championships next fall…Iz vary, vary, Gooood.
Seeing an amazing display of the Northern lights outside my plane window leaving Kuusamo? Iz fucking Gooood.
Now we’re home. I have massive post-holiday let down and I’m exhausted. It’ll take me a day or two to recover from the lack of sleep and the excitement of the trip, but I have a competition Saturday so I don’t have time to be silly. Back to work!
This life you give me, Iz Goood.
Me to Bigg on our plane ride home.