Thursday, September 18, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Alaska Rose
Vacation in Alaska this year was harsh. The climate changed from gloomy to rainy back to gloomy. Tundra fog 
would come rolling in across the Cripple River taking over the mountains and valleys. Beautiful, and natural. The firewood was wet. We were wet. I was too energetic when I rolled into camp. Most people who had been there were burnt out, tired of the weather, and ready to choke all the happy thoughts right out of me. Guess my happy @$$ should be happy we didn't get hung. Got #1 Nugget. come out in the GPAA magazine for October-November. 
I looked like a man. But hey conditions are rough.
would come rolling in across the Cripple River taking over the mountains and valleys. Beautiful, and natural. The firewood was wet. We were wet. I was too energetic when I rolled into camp. Most people who had been there were burnt out, tired of the weather, and ready to choke all the happy thoughts right out of me. Guess my happy @$$ should be happy we didn't get hung. Got #1 Nugget. come out in the GPAA magazine for October-November. 
I looked like a man. But hey conditions are rough. I tried to help this year but it seemed to me I got the shaft most of the time, so getting #1 that 2nd week made all the difference in the world for my attitude. Chip the cook didn't like me very much or the opposite is true, she seen potential in need of taming. Got to love her. Don is another sweet piece of work. He's got some socialization skills in need. We will leave it at that. Between the two of them, I wasn't capable of washing my hand after using the outhouse. I was dubbed the town idiot by my X roommate Gail for some reason she doesn't like me at all. Sucks. The crew helping, slaving, and supportive of my personality was Arctic Annie, Sharina, Marcy and John, Chuck, Triple 6, and Deadeye, plus the numerous other faces coming to mind. I got the creeping crud, then was actually fired for my insolence, and lack of motivation. Even though the weather was Yo-Yo cold, rainy, and gloomy there was Bingo, and Yahtzee, not to forgo the times when the sun did shine at the perfect moment.
Soon remembering and release a sigh "I should have taken that ride with Marcy and Sharina. I should have gotten up earlier, I should have been happy about my servitude". I went to church! Sang in the tavern, and the temple. I made people laugh, I made people think, I forged my own path at Cripple River Mining Camp, and I was free to do so. The scenic beauty was abounding. This sounds fake but it was a site all to its own. Alaska.
Just a small Piece of land and a couple of weeks is all you need to realize just how fragile humans are, or how strong you are. Adaptable or dispensable. Accidental injuries on the trail have serious outcomes. You must be prepared for the worst and hope for the best. A land needing preservation, and exploration. A blend of the right attitude and adventurous spirit. Knowing you could make a mistake at any time keeps you in check, a balance with nature bringing you back in touch with how hard it was for our ancestors to forge trails, and make shelters from the elements. Food, 
Water, and Shelter are the basis for survival. What will we do when it comes down to survival? Do you have what it takes? Have you thought about it? There are several people who come every year, pressed from the city life to experience life at its fullest. Some go home with a calm spirit ready to return, some go packing back to the city with a stitch in their bottom, knowing city life is what they deserve. But those people appreciate us more for our dedication of life in the outback. Some write, most don't, it gets lonely after Alaska. The comrades, the captains, and the crew break up, moving on to new adventures leaving the camp a dead waste land until next season, when the spirits return to combine energy and work together to make the camp a place for people to explore the land, get a grip on reality, and exercise our minds.
Soon remembering and release a sigh "I should have taken that ride with Marcy and Sharina. I should have gotten up earlier, I should have been happy about my servitude". I went to church! Sang in the tavern, and the temple. I made people laugh, I made people think, I forged my own path at Cripple River Mining Camp, and I was free to do so. The scenic beauty was abounding. This sounds fake but it was a site all to its own. Alaska. Just a small Piece of land and a couple of weeks is all you need to realize just how fragile humans are, or how strong you are. Adaptable or dispensable. Accidental injuries on the trail have serious outcomes. You must be prepared for the worst and hope for the best. A land needing preservation, and exploration. A blend of the right attitude and adventurous spirit. Knowing you could make a mistake at any time keeps you in check, a balance with nature bringing you back in touch with how hard it was for our ancestors to forge trails, and make shelters from the elements. Food, 
Water, and Shelter are the basis for survival. What will we do when it comes down to survival? Do you have what it takes? Have you thought about it? There are several people who come every year, pressed from the city life to experience life at its fullest. Some go home with a calm spirit ready to return, some go packing back to the city with a stitch in their bottom, knowing city life is what they deserve. But those people appreciate us more for our dedication of life in the outback. Some write, most don't, it gets lonely after Alaska. The comrades, the captains, and the crew break up, moving on to new adventures leaving the camp a dead waste land until next season, when the spirits return to combine energy and work together to make the camp a place for people to explore the land, get a grip on reality, and exercise our minds.
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