The last night.
It's after 23:30. Just said our goodbyes at the Dome.
I'm going to miss this place and these people.
Had a nice adventure yesterday. Poled into Polar from Loraine. It was rough, but fun.
All together we caught a 23-inch Northern Pike (Nadya), a largemouth bass (Dad), a smallmouth bass (Kevin), and a few sunnies (me and Kevin). Made for a very tasty late-night dinner.
We were on the lake for about 8 hours. I fell asleep with my fishing pole in the water at one point.
My brother and I lost our anchor. I don't know who tied it on, but it was gone.
Our last adventure for the summer.
I can't wait to come back next year....
Everyone else is in bed.
I'm going to smoke a hand-rolled that I bummed from Marshall, take a shower and pack it it all up.
See everyone in 36 hours or so....
WOOT!
Friday, September 18, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Day 28
WOW. Day 28. It's almost over....
We've just been chilling out and fishing. I caught a nice sunfish and four or five crappie the other day. Dad got a small bass. That was out on Battle Lake. We hit Battle again the next day and only got two crappie: my brother got one and I got one (but mine was bigger). We filleted them and tested my uncle's broiling method - YUM! Tuesday we went to the cabin to do some work and my brother and I took a nice three-mile hike half-lost in the woods. Then we tried fishing Deer Lake with no luck. Had a very tasty dinner in Audrey's very cool old cabin and got nice and drunk before boating back. Nadya and I spent Wednesday rather hung over while Kevin explored and Dad ran into town for supplies. Today we are having a nice breakfast and spending the day fishing Poplar. It's such a nice, clear lake. Tomorrow we winterize, clean up, do laundry, etc.... Saturday morning we head out for L.A., early I hope. I have a lot to do and school starts Thursday.
Which I'm getting nervous about. We won't be home until late Sunday night at the earliest. I will have been gone for 31 days. I need a day or two to prepare, readjust and reorganize. I also tend to go through that "not smart enough, academic impostor" thing. I'm really nervous.
Anyway, I need to eat. I'll leave you with selected photos.
Okay, maybe I won't. Something isn't working.
I'll figure that out later. For now, I smell bacon...!
We've just been chilling out and fishing. I caught a nice sunfish and four or five crappie the other day. Dad got a small bass. That was out on Battle Lake. We hit Battle again the next day and only got two crappie: my brother got one and I got one (but mine was bigger). We filleted them and tested my uncle's broiling method - YUM! Tuesday we went to the cabin to do some work and my brother and I took a nice three-mile hike half-lost in the woods. Then we tried fishing Deer Lake with no luck. Had a very tasty dinner in Audrey's very cool old cabin and got nice and drunk before boating back. Nadya and I spent Wednesday rather hung over while Kevin explored and Dad ran into town for supplies. Today we are having a nice breakfast and spending the day fishing Poplar. It's such a nice, clear lake. Tomorrow we winterize, clean up, do laundry, etc.... Saturday morning we head out for L.A., early I hope. I have a lot to do and school starts Thursday.
Which I'm getting nervous about. We won't be home until late Sunday night at the earliest. I will have been gone for 31 days. I need a day or two to prepare, readjust and reorganize. I also tend to go through that "not smart enough, academic impostor" thing. I'm really nervous.
Anyway, I need to eat. I'll leave you with selected photos.
Okay, maybe I won't. Something isn't working.
I'll figure that out later. For now, I smell bacon...!
Friday, September 11, 2009
Day 22
It is a beautiful day; however, I do not exist today.
Yesterday, Marc & I went into Big Fork to do laundry (7 loads!) and grab some groceries. It took forever and Marc was really hurting because he forgot to take his pain pills with him. So, we grabbed a six pack and split it on the way home. I never stopped drinking after that. I spent the evening bullshitting with Aaron, Jessica, and Ludwig about the universe, math, and life on Earth. Eventually we got the fire going and Aaron got out his guitar and Ludwig grabbed his banjo. Ludwig later switched to washtub bass. There was a faint aurora overhead, lightning out across the lake and thunder rolling. It really was rather perfect. Other pals and visitors came and went throughout the evening, but the crowd slowly dwindled as the wee hours approached. Ludwig and Aaron even snuck away to go to bed. Jessica and I; however, stayed up drinking screw ups and bullshitting until who-knows-when. At some point the vodka and late hour finally hit me and I stopped her mid-sentence saying, "I MUST go to bed NOW!" And that was it. Right now I would kill a man for some club soda. We're both pretty wrecked today. Ugh.
Today is the anniversary of many things. One of them is the birth of my friend.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRIEANA!!!
Some pictures....
This is the shack
This is Gail's place, where we are staying.
The Duitsman cabin (unfinished). Dad & Marc bought most of the property at this lake; the rest is county land. We need to clear a way to the shore, and a little more yard area, but it will be done in time. Eventually, a lot of clearing needs to be done to get rid of some of the competition between the trees. Dad wants some of the maples to grow.
Wednesday sunset:
The gang's all here (at Deer Lake Charlie's): The bartenders here are the Gail & Charlie, the progeny of the original Deer Lake Charlie. Charlie spends his summers here, his winters working in Antarctica, and likes to chat with me about physics. Read his shirt; it's funny.
Sexy Beeyatch! I told you, these Minnesota Mosquitoes are the only ones that get to me. Dad says it's because they have been sucking Duitsman blood for 57 years and have found a way to counter our immunity....
Yes, the picture is upside down. I took it looking down at my legs.
Yesterday, Marc & I went into Big Fork to do laundry (7 loads!) and grab some groceries. It took forever and Marc was really hurting because he forgot to take his pain pills with him. So, we grabbed a six pack and split it on the way home. I never stopped drinking after that. I spent the evening bullshitting with Aaron, Jessica, and Ludwig about the universe, math, and life on Earth. Eventually we got the fire going and Aaron got out his guitar and Ludwig grabbed his banjo. Ludwig later switched to washtub bass. There was a faint aurora overhead, lightning out across the lake and thunder rolling. It really was rather perfect. Other pals and visitors came and went throughout the evening, but the crowd slowly dwindled as the wee hours approached. Ludwig and Aaron even snuck away to go to bed. Jessica and I; however, stayed up drinking screw ups and bullshitting until who-knows-when. At some point the vodka and late hour finally hit me and I stopped her mid-sentence saying, "I MUST go to bed NOW!" And that was it. Right now I would kill a man for some club soda. We're both pretty wrecked today. Ugh.
Today is the anniversary of many things. One of them is the birth of my friend.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRIEANA!!!
Some pictures....
This is the shack
This is Gail's place, where we are staying.
The Duitsman cabin (unfinished). Dad & Marc bought most of the property at this lake; the rest is county land. We need to clear a way to the shore, and a little more yard area, but it will be done in time. Eventually, a lot of clearing needs to be done to get rid of some of the competition between the trees. Dad wants some of the maples to grow.
Wednesday sunset:
The gang's all here (at Deer Lake Charlie's): The bartenders here are the Gail & Charlie, the progeny of the original Deer Lake Charlie. Charlie spends his summers here, his winters working in Antarctica, and likes to chat with me about physics. Read his shirt; it's funny.
Sexy Beeyatch! I told you, these Minnesota Mosquitoes are the only ones that get to me. Dad says it's because they have been sucking Duitsman blood for 57 years and have found a way to counter our immunity....
Yes, the picture is upside down. I took it looking down at my legs.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Day 20
Didn't do much but drive yesterday (Day 19). Although, we did have a delicious meal at a Chinese buffet in Moorhead, MN (basically Fargo, ND). They actually had General Tso's Chicken on the buffet. Fuck the Colonel, I haven't had the General's chicken in over ten years and I LOVE THAT STUFF. For some reason, it doesn't exist in Southern California; no one's even heard of it. But apparently at least Hoosiers, Minnesotans and Pittsburghers have known the joys of General Tso's Chicken. MMMMMMMM.............
Anyway, got in to Gayle's just before midnight. I slept out in the shack because the air pump broke and I couldn't blow up the air mattress. There are people coming in for the jug band competition who'll be staying in the shack tonight, but I wish I could stay in there. It's a just a cozy room with a table and a bed, but it smells so good and it's quiet! Last night I fell asleep listening to the rain and reading "White Water Slim: The Only Man to Ever Ride a Log Thru Dead Man's Rapids." It's 45 pages of a 94-year-old man rambling on about his life as a woodsman/logger.
We would be in our cabin, but it's only just dried in. My uncle fell from a ladder and broke his collar bone and four ribs. Due to his accident, Gayle is letting us stay here at her place since we can't really finish our own cabin. If you didn't know, my dad and his brother bought a little piece of land of up here with an 18-acre lake on it. My family has been coming to this area for 57 years and finally bought something. I'm happy to be settled in the woods in a familiar place for a spell.
I miss Bruno. He should've been on this trip with me. He loved it here.
I took my left nipple ring out after I got out of the shower today. It had migrated a lot and wasn't healing properly. The douche that pierced it screwed it up. It's not that he was a bad piercer, I just think he's too damn cocky and stopped paying attention to quality. I asked him if he'd pierced inverted nipples before and his response was, "I've been doing this for over thirty years, I've done it all." Well, guess what Tommy T, you fucked up. An inverted nipple needs to be stimulated a bunch to coax it out somewhat, then pulled out as much as humanly possible before that needle goes through. The right one was pierced when I was 16 in Turkey with a safety pin and it was just fine (until I took it out ten years later). Because it was pierced for so long, and therefore comes out more, it healed just fine this time, too. But, man, I could tell something wasn't right the moment he pierced the left one, but I didn't say anything because his chairside manner made me feel so ignorant. What a condescending prick. I should just pierce it myself after it heals. I still have some unused needles sealed in their packages from "back in the day." Hell, I could go to the Farm N' Fleet and grab some while we're here. Pretty ridiculous that I pierced myself with safety pins and animal inoculation needles for so long and never had a problem. The minute I pay some jackass to do it for me, I've got a tongue and a nipple migrating, and others that are slightly off-center. I didn't have any training, but I was very good; very attentive to position, aesthetics, symmetry, etc.... People liked my work. Tommy T needs to come down from his roost in Cool World and get his head back into the game. That's what I hate about so many tattoo artists and piercers, they get big heads and think they're too cool for school after a while. They can suck my butt. Argh!
Okay, I'm going to go enjoy the lovely day before the rain comes and we run off to the laundromat so we get that playa dust out of everything. I have absolutely no cell reception, but a text message come though here and there, so feel free to send me a "hei hei." We do have Internet access. I'll be on here and there. Watch for me on Skype.
Anyway, got in to Gayle's just before midnight. I slept out in the shack because the air pump broke and I couldn't blow up the air mattress. There are people coming in for the jug band competition who'll be staying in the shack tonight, but I wish I could stay in there. It's a just a cozy room with a table and a bed, but it smells so good and it's quiet! Last night I fell asleep listening to the rain and reading "White Water Slim: The Only Man to Ever Ride a Log Thru Dead Man's Rapids." It's 45 pages of a 94-year-old man rambling on about his life as a woodsman/logger.
We would be in our cabin, but it's only just dried in. My uncle fell from a ladder and broke his collar bone and four ribs. Due to his accident, Gayle is letting us stay here at her place since we can't really finish our own cabin. If you didn't know, my dad and his brother bought a little piece of land of up here with an 18-acre lake on it. My family has been coming to this area for 57 years and finally bought something. I'm happy to be settled in the woods in a familiar place for a spell.
I miss Bruno. He should've been on this trip with me. He loved it here.
I took my left nipple ring out after I got out of the shower today. It had migrated a lot and wasn't healing properly. The douche that pierced it screwed it up. It's not that he was a bad piercer, I just think he's too damn cocky and stopped paying attention to quality. I asked him if he'd pierced inverted nipples before and his response was, "I've been doing this for over thirty years, I've done it all." Well, guess what Tommy T, you fucked up. An inverted nipple needs to be stimulated a bunch to coax it out somewhat, then pulled out as much as humanly possible before that needle goes through. The right one was pierced when I was 16 in Turkey with a safety pin and it was just fine (until I took it out ten years later). Because it was pierced for so long, and therefore comes out more, it healed just fine this time, too. But, man, I could tell something wasn't right the moment he pierced the left one, but I didn't say anything because his chairside manner made me feel so ignorant. What a condescending prick. I should just pierce it myself after it heals. I still have some unused needles sealed in their packages from "back in the day." Hell, I could go to the Farm N' Fleet and grab some while we're here. Pretty ridiculous that I pierced myself with safety pins and animal inoculation needles for so long and never had a problem. The minute I pay some jackass to do it for me, I've got a tongue and a nipple migrating, and others that are slightly off-center. I didn't have any training, but I was very good; very attentive to position, aesthetics, symmetry, etc.... People liked my work. Tommy T needs to come down from his roost in Cool World and get his head back into the game. That's what I hate about so many tattoo artists and piercers, they get big heads and think they're too cool for school after a while. They can suck my butt. Argh!
Okay, I'm going to go enjoy the lovely day before the rain comes and we run off to the laundromat so we get that playa dust out of everything. I have absolutely no cell reception, but a text message come though here and there, so feel free to send me a "hei hei." We do have Internet access. I'll be on here and there. Watch for me on Skype.
Monday, September 7, 2009
Day 17...? Nope, 18.
It was a pleasure to burn....
Seriously, it was.
A little different vibe than usual; the art seemed smaller & uninspired. But I enjoyed myself nonetheless. Skipped Critical Tits this year. I guess I decided I'm over it. Plus, we were having too much fun hosting an afternoon of borsch and blues at our camp. So many people came by! It's our new theme.
That's what this burn ended up being about: neighbors and camaraderie. And it rocked! Had a blast.
We intended to leave Monday morning, but a member of our camp started whining on Sunday, so we ended up packing during a dust storm and spending 2 hours just getting to pavement (and another hour going the 20 miles to Gerlach). I had really wanted to watch the Temple burn this year.
We drove through the night and ended up spending the day at Yellowstone today. It was beautiful, I love that place! Now I am in a motel in Billings, awakened by snores, and emailing my blog post in from my BlackBerry.
We should be at the cabin by 9:00 tomorrow night, I hope. Then nothing but fishing & beer-drinking for a while....
Ahhh...
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Seriously, it was.
A little different vibe than usual; the art seemed smaller & uninspired. But I enjoyed myself nonetheless. Skipped Critical Tits this year. I guess I decided I'm over it. Plus, we were having too much fun hosting an afternoon of borsch and blues at our camp. So many people came by! It's our new theme.
That's what this burn ended up being about: neighbors and camaraderie. And it rocked! Had a blast.
We intended to leave Monday morning, but a member of our camp started whining on Sunday, so we ended up packing during a dust storm and spending 2 hours just getting to pavement (and another hour going the 20 miles to Gerlach). I had really wanted to watch the Temple burn this year.
We drove through the night and ended up spending the day at Yellowstone today. It was beautiful, I love that place! Now I am in a motel in Billings, awakened by snores, and emailing my blog post in from my BlackBerry.
We should be at the cabin by 9:00 tomorrow night, I hope. Then nothing but fishing & beer-drinking for a while....
Ahhh...
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Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Day 12
At Dulles early. Tom & Rita are awesome! They want the whole family to come visit.
It's just about noon in Reno and I believe the airport is my last bastion of internet service for a while. From here I leave you all to disappear into the desert for five or six days.
It's time to burn....
It's just about noon in Reno and I believe the airport is my last bastion of internet service for a while. From here I leave you all to disappear into the desert for five or six days.
It's time to burn....
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