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Teen retreats were a ton of fun. I split my time between the Skate Hut and the Ski Haus. The heater in the Ski Haus is broken. I was going to hope it would be fixed by this weekend, but now I am too busy hoping that there will be snow for this weekend. We are experiencing a bit of a thaw. Only a bit of one. It's basically taking away the snow and leaving behind sheets of ice.

Fun story involving ice. Today I drove to Bake Day. Many other people also drove to Bake Day. I parked my car in the parking lot. So did other people. So far, all is normal. After Bake Day, I looked out the window and saw that my car was now snuggled up to the silver car next to it. And the silver car was being quite friendly with the blue car on its other side. We have the kind of ice that parked cars slide across.

In other news, Lydia Baker cut my hair.

My apologies for the photo quality and the expression. I am unable to look unironic when taking my own picture. I tried to get pictures from different angles, but my camera firmly expressed its disinterest.

Snow and Friends

Camp's plethora of snow meant that it was the inaugural weekend for the ski trails, and the Ski Haus. I spent a busy saturday stacking skis and knotting boots back together. The morning was quiet, but the after lunch rush was insane.

If you are interested in skiing here, I would recommend renting in the morning - then you'll be set for the rest of the day and not have to wait in line with the ninety other people who decided to rent skis right after lunch. Just a friendly hint.

I really enjoyed the Ski Haus. Fortunately. I'm scheduled to spend my entire Saturday there again this weekend.

This weekend, I also enjoyed a visit from Amanda and Claire. We frolicked together in the snow. None of us had ever been snowshoing before, so Amanda and Claire convinced me that it would be a grand adventure and that we all needed to go together. They are persuasive people.

This is Claire, buckling on snowshoes for the very first time.

This is Amanda. It looks like she's putting snowshoes on but she's actually taking them off.


Claire and me not falling over.

Three snowshoes! And snow!

I can now cheerfully recommend snowshoing to any eager inquirers.
We had a great weekend together.

I can hardly wait for them to come back.

Wait.

Amanda is already back.

I have good friends.

More Snow

It's snowing!

We are currently being blessed once more with an abundance of snow.

My adventure for the day was when my car, despite being in park, decided that it would slide backwards down the icy hill. Naturally, this worried me. I hopped back into the car, having partially disembarked, and attempted to insert some control into the slide. Reuben and Dave Douglas rushed out of the house to assist and guided me in backing the car safely down the rest of the hill. Good times were had by all.

The Directors' meeting was today. In the conference room at the program center, there is now taking place the after-directors' meeting meeting. Lee Brown, Jeremy, and Jon Ford are all squeezed in there together, clustered around the one small table. In the words of Kevin Pierpont, a fellow seasonal staffer, "It looks like they're having a meeting about the paper-cutter" You can read more words from Kevin at http://kpont.com/

The Snow is Here! And so are the ovens!

Ignore my last post about the lack of snow. The snow decided to start sticking. This morning I woke up to a world dripping in white. I slogged my way to the East Side kitchen for food prep, thrilled with the prospect of tubing and skiing. Well, I would like to go tubing. Probably not skiing. I feel like that takes more coordination that I possess.

For those that don't know, there was a small electrical fire issue on East Side last week and the old ovens had to go. New ones were ordered but did not arrive until this morning. Once they did, a highly entertaining scene ensued:

For the first hour, a few men stood around looking serious and discussing strategy in low voices. The members of the group changed every once in a while, perhaps so they could include every possible male perspective. The in-depth discussion eventually concluded and they moved on to the next step.

This involved recalling some of the previously departed group members so that as many people as possible could squish around the ovens as they lifted them, one at a time, and squeezed through the door into the kitchen. I counted seven gathered around the oven, but only five supporting the weight. The other two orbited around the group, offering supervision and advice.

The two ovens made it safely into the kitchen and the group dissolved. Hopefully at least one of them is planning to come back to hook the ovens up.

I made it back home after food prep and was delighted to find that someone had kindly shoveled off my porch for me. That's one of the wonderful things about Camp; people caring for each other.