Treeplanting . . . not so much
Hey All
Well. Here I am. At an internet cafe in Chapleau. Which is a small town in the middle of nowhere. It is treeplanters day off. I will not be returning to camp with everyone else tonight. I am staying here in a hotel and catching a train towards home tomorrow. Let's just say that my adventures in treeplanting-dom did not go as planned. I am going to be a pussy and I am not going to stick it out. While I feel bad that I couldn't tough it out I am glad for my experiences here and the people I have met. But I will not be at all sorry to walk into my home in Guelph. God I love home. I want to bake and sleep in a bed and not wake up at the crack of dawn and use a flush toilet. Call me crazy. I will tell of my crazy times in the bush later. And let me tell you . . . it gets crazy. Just watch out when you hang out with a bunch of drunk treeplanters. Things get retarded. More to come.
posted by Amy at 5:44 p.m.
4 Comments:
Well, then at least you could try and wrangle Jenelle into a visit.
You're right I could. Just as soon as I can afford it. Yay for being home.
I like the part where you're home. I'm pro-Amy-home.
Treenplanting's not for everyone, anyway.
LOL sweet. Oddly enough I may be going back for more torture next summer...only this time with a friend and a tent trailer...and a better knowledge of what I'm getting myself into.
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