9/2/2011
Day 1: never thought I would be more satisfied to be here…
Well, today has definitely the most eventful trip up to Camp Mary White we’ve ever had. Our journey started innocently enough: an adventure in WalMart. I bought the essentials…candy corn, cheezits, and rings that match Quiver and Ninja (the rings seem to have magical powers, we were all in each other heads all day: constantly saying the same things at the same time and the like. But after that…well, let’s just say that the proverbial poopy hit the fan. Since we had to haul an enormous amount of supplies, we borrowed a trailer from a friend. Our troop leaders didn’t get a chance to look at the trailer until about 9 o’clock last night…which meant they couldn’t see the amazingly horrible condition it was in. We got less than an hour in and blew one of our extremely bald tires. By the time we had called them to tell them to pull over (it was our job to drive behind and watch for any problems) the tire was totally shredded and all that was left was the rim and two sidewalls. DJ, Quiver, and I drove my car about 5 miles to Estancia to find some place to get a tire. We found a garage full of exquisite people. They drove back to the other car to find out what type of tire we needed and to take it off the wheel (the guy actually drove all the way back to Moriarity to borrow a proper lug wrench to fit the nuts), brought it back to the garage, put a new tire on the rim, brought it all back to the other car, put it on the trailer, checked the pressure in the rest of tires, and only charges us $40 when it would have been perfectly reasonable and fair to charge us much, much more.
And so our adventure continued, and soon enough (about 20 miles before Carrizozo) I saw the same smoke I had seen issuing from the tires before the first one started throwing chunks of rubber. We didn’t have cell coverage to call them so we honked and flashed our lights and eventually had to move into the oncoming lane in order for them to see us and pull over. We had blown another tire. This time it wasn’t completely destroyed, so we drove the remaining miles into Carrizozo slowly and with the hazards flashing. At this point DJ told us to just go ahead and head to camp without them, they would get the tire fixed and meet us there whenever they had managed to get moving.
This is where two different stories come into play. DJ and Coach went through Carrizozo, found a tire place, got the tire replaced, got another tire replaced (another one had blown), fixed the axel (a bolt was missing so the suspension was only attached at one point), fixed the hitch, showed Coach a gigantic lug wrench for 18-wheelers, and only charged them $40.
Meanwhile, in the land of crazy teenage girl scouts driving on their own to camp, we were having a blast. We could go the speed limit at this point which was excellent! Our sanity seemed to digress: my mp3 player was refusing to play for my car, I only had one CD and it got boring after 4 plays, and, as we ventured further into the mountains, we lost any radio reception except for one mariachi station. I turned off the radio and we sat in silence for a moment. “And…this is the moment where we sing,” said Ninja. And sing we did. We sang “99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall” in its entirety as well as “Bohemian Rhapsody” by Queen, and parts of other popular Queen hits…seriously, we should make an a cappella Queen cover band. We went over approximately a thousand cattle guard: holding our breath, touching the ceiling, lifting our feet of the floor, and closing our eyes as we rolled over each one. We quoted Lord of the Rings and made geeky math jokes. We made the “All hail the magic conch!” noise from Spongebob when we went through a tunnel. We ate copious amounts of horrible food. We made strange noises with our throats. We lost the hand (game)...if you don’t get it, don’t worry about it, really, once you start playing the game, you never win.
Finally, we reached the end of the 5 mile road and entered camp property, while passing Muleshoe Ranch, one of the huge great piranese, aka polar bear dogs, was blocking the road to protect the goats. Well…this reminded us of Lord of the Rings, so at the same instant all of us yelled “You shall not pass!” Yup, it was ridiculously nerdy. We crossed the last cattle guard, got moved into our cabin, came down to the ranch house, at delicious food, and sat outside on the porch. And here I sit, typing away watching some of the people I love most in the world laugh together. I have gone from being extremely sad to being exquisitely happy again.
Tomorrow, the work begins.
Tonight, we will sit out with nothing but our thoughts and remember why we love this play so much.
Today has restored my faith in humanity.
Thank you.
~Runner
9/3/2011
Day 2: I’m too tired to figure out whether I’ve ever been this tired before.
7 hours. 93 pin flags. 4 people. Lots of tools. And, most importantly, 550 feet of brand new trail. Wow. I never expected to finish it all today. Rip said it is the most beautiful trail we’ve had up to Halfway to Heaven since the ‘80s; I was thanked by many for making it accessible again. I probably hiked up there at least 10 times today, not to mention the fact that at least one of those trips was spent hacking away at the hillside, throwing rocks, cutting branches, and packing down the soil…I’m so unbelievably exhausted. It’s time to rest. Goodnight.
~Runner
9/4/2011
Day 3: Another extremely exhausted day.
Pretty much woke up this morning cold and exhausted. And stayed that way for a long while. I basically made up for being so productive yesterday by being completely useless this morning. I wore tons of clothes and sat in front of the fire for a while trying to thaw myself out a little. It felt awful.
Eventually I got my crap together and helped Jazzy build two benches from scratch. It was pretty excellent, plus way fun not to be spending my whole day doing back-breaking (but oh-so-rewarding) manual labor. Not gonna lie, spending a few hours screwing wood together is a lot easier than spending a few hours building trail; of course, I’m not complaining or anything. A while before dinner some of the members of FCMW went and worked on lining the downhill-side edge of the trail with rocks to make it look neater. The rocked part of the bottom segment and called it “Lower Josh” and rocked part of the top segment and called it “Upper Joker,” named, respectively, after the adult counselors who worked on them. They decided that I should go up in the morning and work on the larger middle section that will be informally called “Middle Runner.” I definitely think it’s an excellent idea! I went to look at the trail after dinner, and I must say, it does look quite nice with the row of rocks on the downhill side. It looks so neat and official…and trail-like!
Tonight was like the classic Camp Mary White campfire. We had it inside the lodge because of the burning restrictions and just made s’mores and sang songs together. I even got to play guitar for everybody for a while. It was perfect.
Feels good to be warm again…both in my toes and in my heart! J <3
~Runner
9/5/2011
Day 4: Sucks to be home. I don’t miss not having flushing toilets at all.
We were going to wake up this morning and hike the new trail to watch the sunrise at Halfway to Heaven, but my watch reset itself during the night so my alarm went off an hour later and we missed it. It’s so crazy to think we didn’t get to do our traditional pre-dawn trek to watch that first rim of sun come over the mountains.
The trail is pretty much as done as it gets. We finished lining the lower edge with rocks today before we left. We then ate lunch and headed up to Halfway to Heaven to do our usual goodbye ritual which consists of basically sitting up there wishing we didn’t have to leave and talking about how we wouldn’t rather be doing anything else but just sitting there being surrounded by nature. This is our first time being here at any other time of the year other than July…there are different wild flowers in September.
This place is so beautiful.
~Runner
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