BM 2007 - Thurs
THURS - Sun Time
Slept a decent amount. We were comfortable sleeping in the tent well into the afternoon because it was pretty overcast. Good thing we rested, cuz we were in for another physically demanding day.
I felt terrific after I showered. I helped myself to the breakfast meat that Olly cooked up and started re-arranging the food in coolers. The dry ice was in a cooler with most of the produce (mint, berries, tomatoes and radishes) and the meat and eggs were about to go bad because they weren't touching any ice. I shuffled everything around and even saved the hagen daz. I totally take pleasure and pride in doing stuff like that. I like loading dishwashers, filing, stocking refridgerators, etc. I find it therapeudic. And trust me, I needed some therapy that day cuz I was about to lose patience with some people.
While I was finishing up with the cooler re-org, everyone started warning me of a dust cloud heading straight for us. I didn't actually see it because I was behind the tapestry in the kitchen, but I sure felt it. The first thing to go was the sink. The legs collapsed and all the dishes and garbage piled on top of were tossed to the ground. Everyone around camp including a few non-Kathanikans grabbed onto a post and tried to keep the carport and ez-ups from flying away. The tapestries acted like sails and it took a lot of strength from a lot of people for a very long time to keep the camp together. John passed out dust masks and Justin watered everyone as we waited for the storm to subside. However, after an hour it hadn't let up at all. Instead of fighting with the tapestries, we finally cut the ties loose and let them fly like flags. We also grabbed every possible tent stake, rebar and tie down and added some strength to the structures. With the resistance minimized were able to let go of the posts eventually.
The Arena Canopy was doing fine for quite a while and stood without assistance until the tie-downs started to pull the top frame apart at the elbows. We hadn't reinforced the joints with any wire or tie downs as planned, so it didn't stay connected. A few people attempted to hold the structure up, but as the storm persisted they decided to lay the disassembled mess to the ground. I was pretty disappointed to see it go down like that. It was a sad sight. After the storm, Tim and Ben made me feel much better when they grabbed a piece of plywood and asked me to write "LARRY" on it. They then placed it on the PVC pile and called it an art piece! It turned out to be an interactive art piece that inspired corny modern dance-style exploration. I had so much fun with the idea of it being art. I think Ben documented the experience on video.
When the wind died down, we turned on the radio and heard a forecast of rain for that evening and the next. We were warned of the possibility of rain and the unpredictability of the weather. To be cautious, we bagged up all the cushions and all non-weatherproof items and piled them under the carport for protection. The kitchen was also weatherproofed. It was a little depressing to see our camp in that state. I even took down the "Kathanika" sign because it was painted with water-based tempra, but Tim grabbed it from me, placed it on LARRY and reminded me that, "We're still a fucking camp, dammit!" He was right. We were still a fucking camp (exclamatory, not verb...right g?).
THURS - Moon Time to follow...
Slept a decent amount. We were comfortable sleeping in the tent well into the afternoon because it was pretty overcast. Good thing we rested, cuz we were in for another physically demanding day.
I felt terrific after I showered. I helped myself to the breakfast meat that Olly cooked up and started re-arranging the food in coolers. The dry ice was in a cooler with most of the produce (mint, berries, tomatoes and radishes) and the meat and eggs were about to go bad because they weren't touching any ice. I shuffled everything around and even saved the hagen daz. I totally take pleasure and pride in doing stuff like that. I like loading dishwashers, filing, stocking refridgerators, etc. I find it therapeudic. And trust me, I needed some therapy that day cuz I was about to lose patience with some people.
While I was finishing up with the cooler re-org, everyone started warning me of a dust cloud heading straight for us. I didn't actually see it because I was behind the tapestry in the kitchen, but I sure felt it. The first thing to go was the sink. The legs collapsed and all the dishes and garbage piled on top of were tossed to the ground. Everyone around camp including a few non-Kathanikans grabbed onto a post and tried to keep the carport and ez-ups from flying away. The tapestries acted like sails and it took a lot of strength from a lot of people for a very long time to keep the camp together. John passed out dust masks and Justin watered everyone as we waited for the storm to subside. However, after an hour it hadn't let up at all. Instead of fighting with the tapestries, we finally cut the ties loose and let them fly like flags. We also grabbed every possible tent stake, rebar and tie down and added some strength to the structures. With the resistance minimized were able to let go of the posts eventually.
The Arena Canopy was doing fine for quite a while and stood without assistance until the tie-downs started to pull the top frame apart at the elbows. We hadn't reinforced the joints with any wire or tie downs as planned, so it didn't stay connected. A few people attempted to hold the structure up, but as the storm persisted they decided to lay the disassembled mess to the ground. I was pretty disappointed to see it go down like that. It was a sad sight. After the storm, Tim and Ben made me feel much better when they grabbed a piece of plywood and asked me to write "LARRY" on it. They then placed it on the PVC pile and called it an art piece! It turned out to be an interactive art piece that inspired corny modern dance-style exploration. I had so much fun with the idea of it being art. I think Ben documented the experience on video.
When the wind died down, we turned on the radio and heard a forecast of rain for that evening and the next. We were warned of the possibility of rain and the unpredictability of the weather. To be cautious, we bagged up all the cushions and all non-weatherproof items and piled them under the carport for protection. The kitchen was also weatherproofed. It was a little depressing to see our camp in that state. I even took down the "Kathanika" sign because it was painted with water-based tempra, but Tim grabbed it from me, placed it on LARRY and reminded me that, "We're still a fucking camp, dammit!" He was right. We were still a fucking camp (exclamatory, not verb...right g?).
THURS - Moon Time to follow...