Ice Road Truckers (2007) s06e16 Episode Script

On the season finale of - Ice Road Truckers - We gotta bust some ass and finish off the season strong.
The race against the melt hits the home stretch.
The ice is melting up here.
We gotta get up there quick.
- In Alaska - I'm hunting for Jack today.
A battle for haul road supremacy.
Darrell better look out, 'cause I am trucking.
On the Arctic Ocean.
The road's sinking away.
Alex Debogorski is the last man standing.
Pressure ridge right there.
No.
- While Hugh and Rick - At any given time now, you can fall through.
Are you kidding me? Just try to make it out alive.
Hang on.
In Manitoba, Canada Hugh Rowland and Rick Yemm are racing to escape the winter roads.
Well, the road's starting to get pretty fucking soft in spots.
At any given time now, you can fall through, just sink.
And then, yeah, you'd have a fuck of a mess.
They've already pressed their luck with one last delivery.
But now, the return trip could do them in.
The frozen muskeg is melting back into an undrivable swamp.
See, the water is showing up right there.
If they get stuck, their trucks will be stranded.
This is our-- our fucking waterhole here.
And they'll be out of business for the next 11 months.
She's a fuck of a hole.
Oh, come on baby.
Short year here.
Water showing up like this already.
Fuck.
- Hugh makes it out just in time - Hey, boss! manager Tim Smearsky is shutting down the road.
She's getting soft pretty quick, isn't it? Yeah, it was a quick season.
It was a challenging season.
Yeah.
It was good, though.
- I had a lot of fun, so.
- Yeah.
It was-- It was interesting.
That's for sure.
Great.
Well, I'm gonna get out of here.
Okay.
See ya.
Take care.
You too.
Have a good one.
See ya.
The roads just went out really quick, and, uh, unfortunately, we got to close a little earlier than what we wanted.
While Hugh drives onto solid ground Rick Yemm's running behind Hey, Hugh, where are you at? On a road that's about to be closed.
Are you kidding me? Fuck.
You son of a whore.
And he's stuck behind another driver who's having trouble making it out.
He's in the middle of the road.
She's done.
They're saying they're gonna close it right away here, so I ain't making it back to town, I know that.
Ah, there we go.
We are rolling.
Finally.
On the soft road, there's just enough room to get his truck through.
Oh, yeah, I like this truck.
I ain't going to make her.
Just in the nick of time.
Right from the boss's mouth.
She's over.
We're the last ones in.
2,100 hundred miles to the northwest In Alaska spring is here, and the ice road season is coming to a close.
Time is running out out here.
As Carlile drivers race to finish their last hauls, Jack and Darrell are running neck and neck.
It's coming down to the last load.
And I want to win this thing.
It's time somebody puts old Jack in his place.
Until the final loads are tallied, it's anybody's game.
And the next 24 hours will determine the winner.
All for the load count.
Tortoise versus the hare.
Who won that race? - In Fairbanks - That would be our load for the day.
Copy.
Jack Jessee's getting on the road quick with a rush load from down south.
All right.
This thing actually came up over the road from Houston, Texas.
They're saying it's a pretty important load.
Gotta get up there before the ice goes out.
This 30,000-pound load of rig parts was a last-minute order, and it needs to reach the oil fields before the ice gives out.
It's a race against time today.
I gotta get this up there.
Also a race against Darrell.
Man's giving me a run for my money this year.
All right, we're all good, and I need to get moving.
We got a lot of miles to get done today.
So we just left Fairbanks.
We're definitely on a time constraint, and the ice is starting go out.
We got a lot of pressure today.
I think Darrell and I are pretty much still neck and neck on the load count here.
I'm not sure if he's ahead of me or behind me, but I know he's leaving today.
All I know is it's coming down to the last load, and I want to win this thing.
Darrell better look out, because I am trucking.
- Back at the Carlile yard - All right.
Well, let's get hooked up and get out of here.
Darrell Ward's not far behind.
I'll catch up with Jack.
I think he's ahead of me.
He'll be chasing Jack with another piece of the special order 30,000 pounds of elbow pipe that connect oil rigs to the pipeline.
I know Jack's up ahead of me here a ways.
He got out of dispatch before I did.
I don't think he's too far ahead of me, though.
I'm thinking I can catch him.
I know Jack's pushing her, trying to stay up front, and I know he's looking in his mirrors, but I'm gonna catch him anyway.
Sneak up on him and blow his skirt up.
450 miles to the east, in Inuvik, Canada More bears than people.
Just the way I like it.
Alex Debogorski spent his season resupplying the Arctic communities of northern Canada.
We bring food, we bring groceries, we bring everything.
But as winter comes to an end Alex is pressing his luck with one last load.
I'm just getting ready to leave on my final ice run of the season up to Tuktoyaktuk.
Today he's hauling firewood and other supplies across the Arctic Ocean to the village of Tuktoyaktuk.
The wood is important because Tuk is above the tree line.
The only wood they get up there, as far as I know, is driftwood.
So it's not really easy to come by.
I'm looking forward to my last trip to Tuk because then it'll give me my first trip to my wife.
We're coming on the ice here.
Let's have look.
Ice road status, Aklavik open.
Tuktoyaktuk open.
That's all we need to know.
On to the McKenzie River.
This is the last load for the village until next winter.
And we're getting close to the ocean, 'cause the ice feels different.
And Alex will be the last driver to face the melting Arctic ice.
That corner looks like spring because there's no snow on the ice.
It's just glistening ice 'cause it's in the springtime, 'cause the sun just picked the snow off the top.
But as he heads onto the ocean There's cracks all over here.
He's surrounded by signs of the Arctic breakup.
We got some serious cracks here.
The road is sinking away.
Holy.
Pressure ridge right there.
No! Whoa! Hold on.
- Coming up - I'm glad I get to get one last load in for the season.
Austin's redemption run.
- And later - Handle it.
We're the truck drivers.
I can't control it.
It is what it is.
Showdown at Polar Industries.
In Canada's Northwest Territories Yeah, we got some serious cracks here.
Alex Debogorski's fighting the melt.
The road's sinking away.
Whoa, baby.
Whoa! Hold on.
Boy, that's, like, the deadliest crack ever.
Thank you, Lord.
A large fracture in the ice nearly sent him out of control.
You see, there's a crack running across there too.
It's a sign that the Arctic ice is breaking up.
Some of these cracks, they may open and close too.
You got to slow down when you approach it so you don't knock out your front end.
I bet that's because the tide's out.
Everything might be cracking up like that because the tide's out.
'Cause we're on the ocean here.
As soon as the tide goes out, the ice goes to the bottom, it hits the ground, and all of a sudden, it follows the contour of the ground, and, you know, it'll drop down where there's cracks, and you're driving along, thinking it was nice and smooth, and all of a sudden, you're crashing and banging through a bunch of holes.
When the ocean tide goes out, it can leave a hollow void beneath the ice.
And on the fragile ice road, a fully loaded big rig could end up at the ocean floor.
Crack attack.
This one here is separated.
It's got both snow banks opened up.
While Alex tries to find a safe path over the shifting ice another large fracture has him stopping in his tracks.
Well, you have a pressure ridge, and that's where the ice just piles up.
The opposite is when the ice actually separates, and you end up with a hole right down the middle of the ice.
I gotta get out and have a look at it.
There's a crack that runs right along the back of the snow bank too.
It's just like a fault.
The weight of the snow is pushed down.
The ice is thinner out here.
So the snow is pushed down the crack that way.
Then it also cracks across the road.
Must have happened fairly recently, 'cause this ice hasn't popped open from people driving over it.
This far out, he has no choice but to head deeper onto the Arctic Ocean.
That particular crack there, mind you, if it got wide enough, it could actually open up, and you could see open water and a guy could get wet.
in Alaska Drivers are scrambling to deliver the last loads of the season.
And former load count champion Ray Veilleux has been brought in for the final push.
There's a lot of loads out here.
They're hurting to get these loads back and forth.
He's hauling methanol from Prudhoe Bay on a mission to move as many loads as he can before the season ends.
Methanol is flammable.
So if everything goes good, we won't have any problems, hopefully.
If everything went bad, like I slipped backwards going up Atigun Ripping one of those totes open, and then the liquid comes out.
You know, you get a spark.
It catches on fire.
All kinds of bad things can happen.
Here comes a real slick spot right up here.
I hope we don't get any slippage here.
Uh-oh, hang on a minute.
Got a little bit of slippage going on.
Come on.
Easy.
Cool.
Got it done.
We got it.
We made it.
Made it past that.
Turn and burn, making money.
That's what it's all about.
While Ray tries to finish strong in Fairbanks Austin's also getting a shot at a big finish.
I'm glad I get to get one last load in for the season.
You know, I was kind of bummed when my truck broke down the other day.
And what a great load, you know.
A heavy haul for my last load.
That's awesome.
Last run, a breakdown had Austin thinking his season was over.
It's just a fucking broke-down truck.
But today his truck is out of the shop, and luckily there's one more load for the 23-year-old heavy hauler.
It's a 36,000-pound mini-mod.
It's about 12 1/2 feet wide, 65 feet long.
Looks like I'm ready to go.
We can go ahead and, uh, get this load up to Prudhoe.
As Austin takes on his last heavy haul - 150 miles up the road - The ice is melting up here.
We gotta get up there quick and get this job done.
Jack Jessee's racing north to stay ahead of the melting ice and rival Darrell Ward.
Feeling good.
I'm pretty sure I got the load count in my pocket already.
Basically, it's a matter of pride.
I want to have that title, and I'm going to get it.
Until the final numbers are tallied, the load count race is too close to call, and all Jack can do is hammer down.
I'm hunting for Jack today.
But Darrell is right on his tail.
Trying to catch up with him and rub him under the collar a little bit.
I'm gonna pass him again.
For the past few weeks, the two Dalton rivals have been battling neck and neck.
And this run is Darrell's last shot to show he's the new ace of the haul road.
I'm coming at you, Jack.
Where the hell did you come from? I was hiding in the bushes, waiting for you.
There wasn't nobody there last time I looked.
You musta just snuck up on me.
Well, you know how it is.
Man.
Trying to learn you to pay attention to your mirrors.
Despite the competition, Jack keeps his cool.
Are you out to get me or something? You know, Jack, you gotta watch your back door.
Well, don't you know I'm on Jack time, not Darrell time? And Darrell time's kind of tough to keep up with.
Well, Jack, I guess I'll see you on the flip-flop again.
Well, that's what old Jack gets, putt-putting around at 35 mile an hour all the time.
That's what-- that's what it'll get you.
I'm after the loads, and I'll run right up this road.
Darrell thinks he's got himself another good one there.
He is sorely mistaken.
- Coming up - No, it's a bad deal, I think.
It is what it is.
Hugh lays down the law.
I seen some of the dealings, and they're fucking outrageous.
- In Manitoba, Canada - We're heading back to Winnipeg, and, uh, I'm gonna have to go talk to Mark the superfly there and fill him on a few things that's going wrong here.
Hugh Rowland and Rick Yemm are back in Winnipeg.
A lot of stuff happened this year, and it's always a fight to get through, and it wears on you.
All season the deck was stacked against them.
Not sure what some of the weight restrictions are quite yet.
You got to be joking.
They struggled to make deliveries and make a buck.
- But when Hugh had enough - Crank her hard.
Crank it hard! He took charge.
I'm not quitting.
I never quit.
Hell of a way to run the business.
It's pretty much of a joke.
And with the roads officially closed, Hugh's looking to settle up and set the record straight.
I come in here on a handshake that we're gonna do this.
We're gonna do it right.
But everybody's got to pull their weight.
Well, you never saw any of the dealings I did with the - customers and-- - I seen some of the dealings, and they're fucking outrageous.
I mean, you've-- you promise them the world, and we don't have the world here.
But we delivered on every promise.
Your promise, but we had to do-- we had to fulfill them.
My responsibility was to get out and get the loads, and I did.
I got a record number of loads for the company this year, and we had a record short season.
Nobody predicted this weather was supposed to go the way it was.
I mean, I can't control it.
It is what it is.
Well, it's a bad deal, I think, but whatever.
We shook hands on it, and-- so what should I have done more, then? Stick your ass around here and fulfill the needs, like-- And what-- and what needs would that have been? All kinds of them.
Well, give me an example.
Fucking unloading water tanks in the fucking corner of the road.
But that was-- but I promised that to who? You said-- you said there was a loader up there.
Another one is when we go up there to get the fucking vans.
They're in a pile of snow and fucking crate-- loaded with construction material underneath, and what do we got? That's miscommunication.
We don't even have a fucking shovel.
And, of course, we got escorted Handle it.
We're not-- we're the truck drivers.
We're hauling these loads.
It's supposed to be done and ready out there when we get there.
Hugh, you're entitled to your opinion.
Yeah, well, I'm gonna-- think I'll be running under somebody else next year, though.
She's a done deal.
Oh.
Give me your, uh, your final invoices for the two that I owe you, and I can cut you a check right now, and we'll-- we'll square up, and safe travels home.
All right.
Sounds good.
Well, I just talked to Mark, and we discussed what went on through the-- through the season, and, uh, I was pissed off about the way things were run.
It was supposed to be different.
Well, I'm not gonna sit here and get thrown under the bus.
So, I mean, everybody's entitled to their opinion.
He's got his way of running a business.
I got mine.
There's nobody in this industry that's gonna-- that's risen through the ranks like I have in the last four years, so you know what? Anybody who's a hater or anybody that doesn't want to, uh, doesn't want to appreciate what I do can go fuck themselves, basically.
Like he said, everybody's got their own opinions of things, and that's-- that was my opinion, and he heard it, so I won't be, uh, trucking for Polar ever again.
I know that.
northwest, at the Carlile yard Going to drop this load off, pick up another one.
Ray Veilleux has reached Fairbanks with his backhaul of methanol.
Well, it's the last load of the season for me, so I came here to do what they wanted me to do.
Think I did a pretty good job.
And he's looking to squeeze in one more run before the season ends.
Hey, Mark.
Ray, what's going on, man? Just looking for a load.
Last one.
I'm looking to give you one.
There you go.
What do I got? Nice, nice heavy load of pipe.
- Oh, perfect.
Well - All right, man.
Thanks a lot.
That's in.
There's one last load of drill pipe in the yard I just don't like the number on it, 666.
That ain't good.
If Ray can make it north in time.
The ice is melting.
Everything's gonna be really slippery and slick.
End of the big push, you know.
As Ray Veilleux closes out his short season - 80 miles to the north - Well, here we are, out on the road.
It's our last heavy haul load of the season.
Austin Wheeler is back on the road after he thought his season had come to an end.
Got a 65-foot long, 40,000-pound, It's part of a camp that goes with some other pieces just like it.
This is a definitely different haul than any of them I've done this season.
And this load will test everything the young heavy hauler's got.
These shacks cost a lot of money, so we gotta be really gentle and careful with it.
We're a little over 100 foot long, and, uh, your trailer, when it's stretched out like it is, it doesn't like to turn right behind your truck, so it kinda follows in the opposite lanes.
- Northbound convoy, 12 1/2 wide.
- Okay.
We got two pilot cars today for this load, Mike and Deb.
They're awesome pilot cars.
They'll take care of me all the way to Prudhoe Bay.
Delivering this giant modular building is Austin's chance to go out with a successful heavy haul.
Agh.
Aw, damn! Fuck! - Coming up - Hold on there, Darrell.
The load count leaders go toe to toe.
Fuck, I can't believe it.
What the hell are you doing? In Alaska, Austin Wheeler is struggling to get his final heavy haul to Prudhoe Bay.
Agh.
I think my brakes are stickin'.
Aw, damn! Fuck! But the same engine problem that ended his last run is back.
It's just not putting out any power.
I'm getting 25 pounds of boost right now, that's it.
No.
I don't know.
I'm not a mechanic.
Gosh darn it.
Austin's got a choice.
He can end his season and head back to the shop or roll the dice and keep driving with less horsepower.
Oh, well.
I'll just have to deal with it.
I ain't gonna turn around now.
Just keep driving until it breaks.
I don't what else to tell these guys.
It's not getting any better.
It's getting worse.
I got to.
My truck is just fucking dying on me here.
I don't wanna talk about anything right now.
I'm really fucking upset.
Huh.
And I'm done.
With his engine barely able to pull the modular building, Austin's forced to shut it down.
I'm not gonna deal with it anymore.
It started out good, you know.
And then now I'm crawling up the hills, literally.
That's just not good.
We could get another 50 miles up the road and my truck motor just blow up and everyone in the cab die, so I don't know.
All the 23-year-old can do is leave the load and limp his truck back to town.
I really wanted to get one more haul up the road, but it looks like my season's gonna end this way.
It's really frustrating that they gave me one last load of the season chance, and I can't complete it for them.
- 460 miles to the northeast - We're approaching Tuktoyaktuk.
Alex Debogorski is hauling one last load across the ocean.
The bigger the cracks, the closer we are to spring.
So this is it.
This is spring for me.
And the Arctic ice is breaking apart beneath his wheels.
Here we are in the metropolis of Tuktoyaktuk, Northwest Territories, on the sunny shores of the Beaufort Sea.
Oh, I can smell the firewood here.
This is the last delivery to the village and caps off Alex's time with Manitoulin.
How's it going? Your wood pile doesn't look very big.
Well, where do you go to get wood? Most of time they get their wood from the driftwood.
So then it's a lot simpler to bring in some wood from down south.
Thanks to Alex, these supplies will help the village get through spring and summer until the ice road is built again next winter.
Nice and dry.
A lot of the time we'll make the deliveries, help unload, and sometimes have to pack the stuff into the house, even.
As the season comes to an end, it's nice to know that my effort helped provide some well-being in the north.
God bless you guys and your family, and maybe we'll see you next year.
Yeah, I hope to see you next year again.
See you.
I make a difference for other people.
If it wasn't for me and that truck, then some of that stuff they wouldn't have.
That's Tuktoyaktuk.
It was good to help 'em.
I'm getting old.
Life is going by.
And that's one way of making it worth something.
We're about halfway through the day, halfway there.
Jack Jessee is hauling a last-minute load of rig parts that he's got to rush to Prudhoe Bay.
That ice is going out quickly.
Everybody's got to beat it.
Last trip of the season.
We gotta get this one done.
He's running steady even after being passed by Darrell earlier in the day.
When Darrell passed me, it was kind of shocking, actually.
I didn't even know he was there.
But the ace still has a few tricks up his sleeve.
See, what newer guys don't understand is, with all the years of experience that the veterans have up here, we know how fast you can take any curve with any given load.
We've done it hundreds, thousands of times.
I think Darrell's probably going to slow down a little more than I'm going to at the bottom of the shelf.
I'll be able to pass him there.
This ought to be fun.
And Jack's got a plan to give Darrell a little payback.
We're gonna get up here, and we'll see if we can't surprise Darrell, sneak around him.
There's Darrell right up there.
Just gonna hold back just a little bit, just till the timing's perfect.
All right, here we go.
Let's go get him.
Oh, yeah, this is gonna work out perfectly.
Yep, he slowed down for the curve like I thought he might.
But I can hit it just a little bit faster than him.
Hold on there, Darrell.
I'm coming around.
What the hell are you doing? Fuck, I can't believe it.
If you hadn't slowed down a little for that bottom corner, though, that'd have been a hell of a lot more work.
I'm sure you know the road a little bit better than I do.
You've been down it a long time.
I was actually counting on, uh, you slowing down just a little bit for that bottom curve.
Well, Jack, you can count on me.
I'm gonna be right on your ass the rest of the way to Prudhoe, then.
Okay, Darrell, I guess the race is on now, huh? Jack may have won the battle, but the load count is still up for grabs.
We don't know who's got the most loads, you know.
I gotta get this load to Prudhoe.
Gotta get up there quick.
Neither one of us are gonna yield.
- Coming up - You guys worked your butts off this year.
Only one driver can be crowned the load count king.
The load count champ this year is - In Alaska - Season's almost to an end.
It's gonna be nice to take a little break, spend some time with my wife back at the house, enjoy the time we have together.
Jack Jessee pulls into Prudhoe Bay With Darrell Ward close behind.
Until the final numbers are tallied, the load count is too close to call.
- You know, Jack - Yeah, Darrell? Looks like to me, Jack, it's gonna be a tie.
Is that what you're thinking? You ow, we just don't know who's gonna have the load count title this year.
We know it's close.
I know the load count's gonna either go to Jack or myself.
I don't see it happening any other way.
While the two heavyweights end their season neck and neck a few hours later Ray Veilleux pulls in with the last load of drill pipe.
Well, got another one done.
Two in one day.
Not bad.
Long day, but it was pretty good.
The next morning in Prudhoe Bay - A VIP is on hand for the end of the season - Good morning.
How are you? Alaska Governor Sean Parnell.
Oh, you got quite a warehouse here.
You must have a lot of guys running around here.
Yeah, we do.
In fact, there's a couple just right up there in the corner.
Hey, Jack.
Jack, come on back.
This is Jack.
Hey, how are you doing? Good.
- This is Governor Parnell.
- I'm Jack, nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you.
Yeah.
Thanks for having us in.
Good to meet you, Governor.
Darrell Ward.
Darrell.
I really appreciate the work you do, and our message is, Alaska, is that Alaska is open for business.
You guys are big a part of helping to make that happen.
You're a part of helping us grow our economy, helping us grow America's economy.
So I just want to say thank you.
That's great.
That's great.
Thank you.
Winter season is coming to an end.
It's been one of the severest winter seasons we've had in a long time.
I'm just here to let the drivers know I appreciate them.
The State of Alaska appreciates them.
These guys play a critical role in our people's lives.
We probably should get moving.
All right.
See you guys.
Well, they seem like a couple of good guys.
Yeah, those are real, real top-notch guys.
As the season winds down in Alaska - 2,400 miles to the southeast - Thanks for keeping everybody's shit together.
Well, it was-- thanks for keeping everything running.
You're welcome, yup.
Hugh and Rick are packing up after cutting ties with Polar Industries' owner Mark Kohaykewych.
Okay, guys, have a good one.
Have a good one.
Ice roads are over, so we're done, so we're just squaring up with everybody and saying good-byes and packing up and heading home.
It's kind of like the Murphy's law season for this guy.
I've, uh, had everything that could go wrong, go wrong.
And it's not been a good year.
Well, that's it for Winnipeg this year, Hugh.
One more season under our belts.
This year, Hugh was only able to haul 14 loads.
Mark wasn't, uh, you know, pulling his weight in end there.
That's not good-- it's not good business.
I didn't like it much.
I'll never work for him again.
But the short season means every delivery commanded a high price.
And with his 15% stake in company profits, the Polar Bear ends this season in the black.
I mean, we pulled it out of our ass here.
We got-- we got a good season out of it, but it, uh-- no thanks to Mark, none whatsoever.
Yeah, I got a couple-of-day drive across Canada, and then I'll be back home.
But the brutal year left Rick with only five deliveries on the books.
But at least he made it through.
All I know is, I ruffled a few feathers, pissed a few people off, had a good time, and now I'm going home.
Good-bye to this season.
Big ol' chunk of wild boar.
The Carlile drivers are celebrating the end of another season.
We got a little bit of moose meat, and then we got Jack's moose that he shot this year.
You pull that off of your bumper? No, I didn't pull it off my bumper, no.
I had a good time running with you guys.
It was good to have you up here, Darrell.
It kinda sucks that it's over.
Yeah.
Ray, you got to start earlier next year.
Yeah.
A good three-way competition makes it a hell of a lot more fun.
Yeah.
How about Austin? - Yeah, Austin is, you know-- - Yeah, come on, Austin.
Don't take this shit laying down.
Stand up for it, Austin.
I hauled his broke ass home.
Ohh! Yeah, he did.
That was a little salt in that wound.
Yeah.
But there's still one question that needs to be answered.
See the man, see what-- see what the tally is.
Uh-oh, here comes Lane.
You guys worked your butts off this year.
I appreciate all that you did.
And, uh Load count champ this year is Jack.
You, uh, you ended up with the jacket.
Back on top again.
Back on top again.
Congratulations, Jack.
Darrell, thanks, buddy.
I thought I had you.
I really did.
It was close.
I was getting worried, dude.
You should have been.
- I didn't show it, but - Good job, Jack.
Thanks, Austin.
Thank you, buddy.
Appreciate it.
See you guys later.
Yep.
See you next year.
Well, stitching speaks for itself.
I think it's a huge accomplishment.
I can wear the jacket, and I can wear it with pride too.
Yeah.
The big picture is, we all work together.
And we get the job done.
In the end, the haul road ace takes the top spot.
And the ice road truckers have survived another season at the top of the world.
You know, I wouldn't have changed it for anything.
You know, I enjoyed what I was doing and running with these guys and-- great memories for me here.
Great times.
We're blessed as drivers to have these roads.
Very few people in the world-- out of 7 billion people, there's only a few of us who get to see it.
Our best day out here is probably somebody's nightmare.
Woo-hoo! This is an adventure.
I mean, you got to put up with some bad shit.
But it's a lot of fun.
It's been a long, hard year, but it makes it all worth it when you come out on top.