chattaway thataway

I am not a good blogger. Inconsistant, with no pictures or links or anything. I am a bore-ger. boo ya.

Staff trip 2007. We got back yesterday from the great Chattaway Lake fishing retreat. The bosses...the ones who kisses your head when you cry...shut down the restaurant and took their entire staff camping for 2 nights. Chattaway is perfect. Each cabin sleeps about 4 people, they are equipt with anything you could need. A nice little wood-burning stove in the corner, a sink, a cozy table with mismatched chairs, a little stack of chipped dishes, and three hours of electricity in the evening. It was 2 and a half days of pure goodtimes. The only thing I really missed was being able to wash my hands in warm water with soap when i finished using the outhouse. The only plan for the whole trip was to hang out. So when it was nice, we were walking around the lake or boating or fishing or checking out the mining caves. When it was cold (which was most of the time) we huddled around the big fire pit, or hunkered down in different cabins with drinks and food and board games. Each cabin seemed to have different things going on in them. Lots of scrabble...joy. Everyone was mellow and safe...thanks probably to constant cloud of pot smoke in the air. I got a little stoney myself, simply from being in the same cabin with some pretty serious smokers.
I never got into that stuff, but i've never minded it either. In fact, i sort of like the smell.
The major bummer of the trip was the alpine beetle. Seriously, probably 70 percent of those trees are dead now. It's a total drag, and the only thing to do is to cut it out. It's also kind of scary because next summer it's just going to be a whole bunch of dry, dead wood. In parts, of the ride, whole hillsides were red with dead trees
So now, I've booked off the rest of the week and i think i will go to the island today. Hang out with Charlie.