Last night Dave got awesome at the Pot Belly. He wanted Jody so bad. Jody is the only women in town. Let’s put it this way: There are not a lot of women in Red Feather Lakes, but there are tons of them. When we got Dave back to camp he just couldn’t shut up about Jody. He was in love.
After Dave passed out at about 10pm the rest of us ate a late fire-cooked potato and sausage concoction dinner and joked around. Aren put music on his Archos (an entertainment tablet of some kind) and set it on the canopy of the camping chair above him. We laughed, then we laughed harder. Aren was leaning forward to grab a bottle of wine from one of the others when his Archos fell into the campfire. Aren screamed like a scared child and dove into the fire to save his technology.
All was well, the leather case had a couple burns. But the machine itself was just fine. After we chuckled about the potential disaster our meal and chatter continued. A few minutes pass and Aren yelps again. In the curfuffle no one noticed that Aren’s cell phone fell into the fire as well and now it was shooting flames!
Aren’s first thought when he saw it was, “That’ strange. That log as a micro USB port just like my phone… weird… Wait, that is my phone!”
Using his foot Aren kicked the phone out of the fire and his brother Lars grabbed it with the cooking tongs. The phone is obliterated. Aren’s great misfortune continues, and yet, he is having the time of his life.
This morning we awoke, made breakfast, said our goodbyes to Lars and Echo, and set about filling in the pit. We don’t want some cow drowning in our handiwork. Caving in the sides and tossing the boulders we worked so hard get out back in; Mud was freaking out. This was the greatest day in his life–a six foot deep hole all to himself with things being thrown into it, what is not to love?
After the hole got filled we cleaned and loaded the dredge into my truck and then kicked the ball around for a couple hours. We find ourselves back at the Pot Belly filling our bellies and using the Internet once again. Tomorrow: Deadwood.by