Okay, that sounds bad, but honestly, it's a nice feeling to know that in a week, I will be able to take a shower every day, nay! Two showers a day!
We've got two more traverses, and then the map are is as done as it's going to be. We shipped out a few pallets of stuff we don't need anymore (our broken shower, samples, coolers, fly camp gear, one of our big tents...etc). It was nice to see a bunch of stuff leave, mostly because it means we'll be heading out soon too. It's been a great summer, but it'll be so nice to get back home. We're leaving on Wednesday, and driving down to Vancouver in about two days, so us students will have a few days to hang out in Van before we all go our separate ways(Newfoundland, Ottawa, Wisconsin, and Victoria). The tires for the truck FINALLY got sorted out today. Apparently the rental company never ordered the tires sent up, so we've been waiting for nothing. The local mechanic, Charlie, has ordered the tires, and they'll be up in Dease either tomorrow evening or Tuesday night, depending which shipment they make. Thank goodness, it's going to be close, seeing as we leave on Wednesday midday.
We've been doing our last traverses in a bit of a panic, because the weather is going to crap out this weekend in a big way. Not just a little bit of rain, but an extensive downpour for about two straight days plus winds, etc. Probably even more snow in the alpine (where we have some sampling to do). Should be good. On the plus side, our second pilot, Dave, has left us, and we now have probably the best pilot we've had all summer up here. Jim's the base manager up at the company here, and he's awesome apparently. I was out in the truck all day, so tomorrow I will get to experience the excellence of Jim. Pretty excited. Not that any of our pilots were bad, Roben was great, but Dave didn't exactly exude confidence. I'm sure he had plenty of experience, but he'd kind of circle around a drop-off spot a few times, ask you if you were sure you wanted to get off into ankle-deep swamp, and then proceed to reluctantly land. Apparently Jim just goes in there, lands, gets you out, and to quote my coworker, "I could hardly get the bags out of cargo before he was halfway back to the base," so it should be good. My boss is happier already with the efficiency of Jim. If the boss is happy, I'm happy.
We're having a celebratory margarita party on Sunday night, so that should be entertaining. We don't have a blender ( I don't think anyone in this town does, because of how much power they use. Heck, we can't even run a TOASTER on the generator), so I think its going to be 'on the rocks'. If we can buy enough ice in this town.
It was my coworker's birthday the other day, so one of the girls made him this awesome card with a map of the important parts of Dease Lake on it (like the dump, the cattleguard, the bridge, camp, the gas station...) and I wrote a bunch of limericks and stuck them inside. Here's a couple of the highlights:
Our shed is riddled with mice,
the tents are rather quite nice.
Showers are a treat
for our stinky feet,
Thank goodness none of us have lice.
Drop offs and pickups are rough,
between them the times are tough.
we end up in swamps,
or with no outcrops,
but our legs are getting really buff.
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