Fire, flood, and knitting in the dark
Apr. 6th, 2005 07:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
treeskinI didn't get to leave early Sat afternoon like I'd planned; the 4pm key pickup didn't show, so I was stuck in the shop until 4:30. Made it out to camp by 6, though, not bad for having to go home and pack myself.
And now, the weekend in review:
Fire....the firetenders were nowhere to be found when I got out to camp; folks hanging around the Dining hall said they'd made a second run out to the east side of the metro, to pick where Jerry has his dump. (Jerry's a firetender who runs a tree-trimming and cutting service. Is very handy.) Apparently the first load from there had taken about 4 hours, round trip. The guys finally showed up around dark, dirty and sweaty and hungry.
By had already set up our camp, so we hid out up at Heretic Camp while the rest of the crew cleaned up and fed themselves. We had good seats, halfway across the field, for the "everything done wrong" training fire. Logs rolling out, falling in strange ways, fireworks, Ashe did anything he could think of to make it a "bad" fire. Good thing the wind had died down Sat night.
Ended up a little chilly that night, but not bad. New fleece sleeping bags, woo hoo. And the new "weekend" tent wasn't bad...we certainly couldn't stay longer than a couple of nights in a 7x7 tent, but it was serviceable, cheap, and wasy to set up and take down.
Sunday we got up and worked. I and another gal from HSA cleaned up the herb garden; By and firetenders unloaded trucks and stacked wood. We didn't leave camp until after 5, and didn't unload the car or truck when we got home. Just drug the food and bathroom stuff inside.
...flood....Monday morning, we noticed that there was a puddle around the hose bib in the back yard, and it hadn't rained. No problem, By says, I'll just dig it up and fix it. Ought to be easy, he says. So off I go to help Donna in the greenhouse. She had a crew of Master Gardeners from Wyandotte County in to help transplant and shuffle things, which helped out a lot. With them filling flats for me, and another person in the greenhouse making bench space, I got 46 flats transplanted that day. And one lady spent the time labelling 4-packs, which means that about a bench's worth of stuff is already done. Yeah!
I left the greenhouse after 5, and came home to a hole hacked out of the middle of my mint bed, about as big across as Byron's shoulders, three and a half feet deep, with By's muddy backside sticking out. He did get it fixed, eventually; the depth made it very slow going.
...knitting in the dark....Properly, this belongs under Saturday night, because I started the project after dark, but...
None of my current knitting projects counted as brainless enough to work on under less-than-good-lighting, so I took a couple balls of Woolease Sport (Autumn colorway) and started another Clapotis. Managed to get a decent amount done by firelight, too. But I decided yesterday I don't like the drape in that yarn, so I'm going to frog it out and do something else. Oh well. It kept me busy that night.
And now, the weekend in review:
Fire....the firetenders were nowhere to be found when I got out to camp; folks hanging around the Dining hall said they'd made a second run out to the east side of the metro, to pick where Jerry has his dump. (Jerry's a firetender who runs a tree-trimming and cutting service. Is very handy.) Apparently the first load from there had taken about 4 hours, round trip. The guys finally showed up around dark, dirty and sweaty and hungry.
By had already set up our camp, so we hid out up at Heretic Camp while the rest of the crew cleaned up and fed themselves. We had good seats, halfway across the field, for the "everything done wrong" training fire. Logs rolling out, falling in strange ways, fireworks, Ashe did anything he could think of to make it a "bad" fire. Good thing the wind had died down Sat night.
Ended up a little chilly that night, but not bad. New fleece sleeping bags, woo hoo. And the new "weekend" tent wasn't bad...we certainly couldn't stay longer than a couple of nights in a 7x7 tent, but it was serviceable, cheap, and wasy to set up and take down.
Sunday we got up and worked. I and another gal from HSA cleaned up the herb garden; By and firetenders unloaded trucks and stacked wood. We didn't leave camp until after 5, and didn't unload the car or truck when we got home. Just drug the food and bathroom stuff inside.
...flood....Monday morning, we noticed that there was a puddle around the hose bib in the back yard, and it hadn't rained. No problem, By says, I'll just dig it up and fix it. Ought to be easy, he says. So off I go to help Donna in the greenhouse. She had a crew of Master Gardeners from Wyandotte County in to help transplant and shuffle things, which helped out a lot. With them filling flats for me, and another person in the greenhouse making bench space, I got 46 flats transplanted that day. And one lady spent the time labelling 4-packs, which means that about a bench's worth of stuff is already done. Yeah!
I left the greenhouse after 5, and came home to a hole hacked out of the middle of my mint bed, about as big across as Byron's shoulders, three and a half feet deep, with By's muddy backside sticking out. He did get it fixed, eventually; the depth made it very slow going.
...knitting in the dark....Properly, this belongs under Saturday night, because I started the project after dark, but...
None of my current knitting projects counted as brainless enough to work on under less-than-good-lighting, so I took a couple balls of Woolease Sport (Autumn colorway) and started another Clapotis. Managed to get a decent amount done by firelight, too. But I decided yesterday I don't like the drape in that yarn, so I'm going to frog it out and do something else. Oh well. It kept me busy that night.
