After 3 seasons at in camp, there are only so many ways to look at the same gorgeous sunset.
Up at in camp the drills have been turning and I’ve been meeting my quota for entertainment. I figure at least one extraordinarily fun thing per day will get me through the remaining 21 days of my shift.
First there was sledding with Dom where we met up with the convoy coming from the glacier
I guess I threw him off the sled and didn’t notice.
I was practicing carving the powder with the snowmobile and I drove up to Greg in the Snow Cat. He had a big grin on his face and I thought “I’m getting pretty good at this.” Then someone managed to bring to my attention to the fact that I had thrown Dom off the sled, a considerable distance ago.
The photo was taken after he started walking while I recovered from a laughing fit, wiped a frozen tear of my face and turned the sled around.
My next crusade encountered less laughter but just as much smiling. I learned how to weld and I loved it.
It is very peaceful being forced into concentration while you manipulate the glowing metal into your own creation.
Well, peaceful for a girl whose yoga classes are fraught with sarcastic inner dialogue.
The final adventure was snowplowing on the night shift with Jordangerous. The Snow Cat is spacious enough to feel like someone’s living room and the party music suited the sideways blowing snow nicely.
Today’s blog post features Dominic. He was getting jealous that Jordangerous had more photos on my blog and I need to butter him up now that it’s Pranks On in camp.
Victim #1: Jolene the Cook
After four days of being snowed in someone found a screw gun and decided all her furniture belonged on the walls.
That is how our camp manager would describe our camp right now. No one is here to boss anyone around, it’s a snowed in mountain of misfits.
Two days ago I broke a quad and today when a new one was bestowed to me, it didn’t take 20 minutes for me to kill the battery. Embarrassed to go back to the office, Domanic and I decided to go for a snowmobile ride – I drove.
Depth perception does not exist in this winter wonderland. Our camp has been snowed in for days, no food or people in or out. To follow the road all you can do is position yourself between the bamboo stick markers and hope to see the next one.
I suppose mistakenly following the marker into a giant snowdrift is all the fun of it.
If we had to radio for help after rumor of my dead quad slowly leaked through camp, I probably would have died. We did the “oh shit stomp” making hard ground to reverse on. We laughed so hard we presumed it was the highlight of our day.
Then we built a snow cave.
With Dom and “Jordangerous”, I put on snowshoes and we hiked 30 seconds to where we decided to build our snow cave. The enormous snow pile by the kitchen caught our eye. I seriously almost peed my pants we were laughing so hard falling, joking and shoveling like maniacs in the goldmine of snow.
As Jordan took his turn in the cave, Dom asked “Is that the Snow Cat?” Lights approached the top of our hill in slow motion before Greg dumped a trailer-sized load of snow 2 feet away from the entrance of our cave. It was surreal as we rolled down the hill landing in another hilarious laughing fit.
Our brush with death and snowy evening of hot chocolate in a 3-man cave could have very easily been one of those things we just talked about doing; but it wasn’t, and I am really happy about that.