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April 22, 2007
Farts Like Gold: 53 - Watching the river
Virginia had tracked down Steve, the owner of the company who was in a hotel room in High Level. He and Brendan and Joe were working on a plan to get the trees into camp tomorrow. It sounded like there were basically two options - using a helicopter, which would be easy but be expensive; and using a boat which would be much more difficult, more dangerous, but probably a bit cheaper. My money was on the boat.
I wasn't doing anything useful in camp and I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone so I walked down to the river and sat on the remains of the bridge. I spent most of the day there. A lot of the time I just watched the river to see if it looked like it was going to dry up any time soon. It didn't, so I started to think about the best spots to dock a boat on either side of the river so we could get trees across it. After a while, as word spread around the camp, groups of people started showing up at the river to see the damage for themselves. I avoided them as much as possible.
Around about noon I walked back to camp. Everyone had heard about the bridge by then but it didn't seem to bother them. They all looked relaxed and happy - pleased have a day off and a bit of excitement to talk about. I made myself a couple of sandwiches and ate them standing up by the lunch table.
I borrowed a shovel and a polaski -- which is a fire fighting tool with an axe on one end -- and went back down to the river. I spent the afternoon building a docking area for the boat. I flattened down a path from the road to just downstream of the remains of the bridge. I chopped some branches and logs and laid them down to make a firm platform on the bank. I cleaned up as much of the loose debris from the bridge as I could and pounded a couple posts on either side of my docking area to tie the boat to.
I couldn't be sure it would ever be used but it was something to keep my mind occupied. I finished up around dinner time and headed back to camp.
Posted by YandaMan at April 22, 2007 11:34 PM
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