Saturday, June 11, 2011

Playing In the Mulch.

Just in case you're not up to date, I'm working at a camp in Maine for the summer. I've been doing this for 10 summers now and there is absolutely no better way to waste away the summer. Our counseling staff has not yet arrived and our campers are still a couple of weeks away also. Right now there is a small group of us working around camp to get the grounds ready and in tip-top shape. We're doing all sorts of fun things like vacuuming, weeding, raking, putting the docks in the lake, sorting the staff t-shirts, cleaning the rugs and carpet, painting, and plenty of other manual labor chores. A big task we (and by 'we', I mean the boys) do is spread brand new mulch around the cabins. The first load of mulch came in the other day.

It arrived in an 18 wheeler truck. This is only the first load. Have you ever seen so much mulch in your life?

Hobie thought maybe she could help. Maybe the mulch wanted to play with her. Maybe running through the mulch would make her feel young inside.

Ahhh! Crazy eyes!

To transfer the mulch to other parts of camp we use Gators. We have several on camp and they all have six wheels. Gators are tough machines and are worked hard everyday by our grounds crew.

But sometimes the mulch (and the work) gets the best of them. This one blew a tire in the morning. The solution? Amputation. 

By afternoon it had blown a second tire which was just too much for it's little frame. It's still sitting in its gravely grave awaiting repair.

It's a sad state of affairs.

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