Luke, I am your Mold Master.
PICTURES.
I didn't take one single solitary picture here. I know, slacker and a half. But Lauren did, my number one mold wench. She took some goodies.
This is Camp.. Oh Camp, the commune.
Closer look at camp. This was my home for a week.
Despite everything though, it was worth it, solely for this. This is the view at Camp.
So, mold, the love of my life. This is the not-so-hardcore last stage where we just wipe everything down with chemicals.
This though, is hardcore. Before wiping we have to scrub all the walls and studs with wire brushes and power grinders.
Resident mold Gurus. Don't ask.
Mmmm, cute boys in the rafters. We girls let them risk thier lives instead of us.
This was one of the many houses we worked on. Streets and neighborhoods are still a complete mess.
A "gutted" house, hoping to be rebuilt.
Me on the 'tracks. They don't do fences 'round these parts. Most have blown away anyways.
It's mostly an absolute mess.
They had a bridge connected two parts of land across the bay. This is the bridge I mentioned before, that folded in ontop of itself while being bombarded with 90mph winds and walls of ocean water.
That's all I got. 24 hour bus ride tomorrow. I hope I just pass out through most of it.
LOVE YOU ALL, more then anything. A lot of you told me your reading all this: so drop me a comment, losers!!!
I didn't take one single solitary picture here. I know, slacker and a half. But Lauren did, my number one mold wench. She took some goodies.
This is Camp.. Oh Camp, the commune.
Closer look at camp. This was my home for a week.
Despite everything though, it was worth it, solely for this. This is the view at Camp.
So, mold, the love of my life. This is the not-so-hardcore last stage where we just wipe everything down with chemicals.
This though, is hardcore. Before wiping we have to scrub all the walls and studs with wire brushes and power grinders.
Resident mold Gurus. Don't ask.
Mmmm, cute boys in the rafters. We girls let them risk thier lives instead of us.
This was one of the many houses we worked on. Streets and neighborhoods are still a complete mess.
A "gutted" house, hoping to be rebuilt.
Me on the 'tracks. They don't do fences 'round these parts. Most have blown away anyways.
It's mostly an absolute mess.
They had a bridge connected two parts of land across the bay. This is the bridge I mentioned before, that folded in ontop of itself while being bombarded with 90mph winds and walls of ocean water.
That's all I got. 24 hour bus ride tomorrow. I hope I just pass out through most of it.
LOVE YOU ALL, more then anything. A lot of you told me your reading all this: so drop me a comment, losers!!!