The ice is gone and, suddenly, it is almost as if this past winter never happened.
I finally managed, with a few turns of a wrench and a good dose of pipe cement, to get water squirting in the camps from only the places I want it to squirt from. There will also be hot water available, at least for a while, this weekend for those who require such luxuries.
The beds have all been
short-sheeted made and, for the most part, I am ready (I think) to make the shift from quiet isolation to a steady stream of anglers over the next six months.
The list of things to be done has shrunk but is still long. So, with one crew arriving tonight to help tomorrow with docks and boats, and a full house booked for the weekend, how will I ever get it all done? That’s an easy question to answer. I won’t. I never do. Right now the only thing that matters to me is that everyone has a warm, dry place to stay and the ability to get on the water if they want.
We’ve got the water, bring on the anglers!
Amazing progression of photos.
For all the hard work you have to do, still seems like you’re a lucky man to be there.
Ken – Don’t tell anyone I said so, but I am fortunate to be here. It’s frantic and hectic getting everything up and running in such a short time so this is my hell week but lights and laughter from the camps tonight will be nice. Tomorrow, everyone (but me) will be fishing, we’ll have a big party tomorrow night and then they all go home on Sunday morning.
Sunday afternoon, after changing beds, gathering wet towels and trash, I fish.
The only drawback I see is the 7 months of winter. It should be at least a 50/50 proposition.
When I would go out to the club in Virginia, the members had to take care of everything themselves. Fish in the morning, work mid day, fish in the evening, drink half the night away. Start over.
A nice balance.
Yay for the start of another warm season!