The winds came whipping through the camp a few days ago reaching 20 knots or so. Although not close to the max winds speeds, the wind chill makes being outside very unpleasant. The snow laden wind causes drifts like sand dunes and bury anything in its path.Since the cook (from the Badger State) is so talented and the menu so tasty it is essential to find a way to get some exercise.
The Rec Port is the place to go when the winds are howling and I want to get the heart rate up. Weights, stationary bikes and a nice area to practice yoga are all under this bubble. The yoga really helped to get me settled that first week and it is where it really sunk in that I was here.
Also around camp we have number of outdoor games to play; bocce ball, golf, croquet and frisbee. Although we haven't gotten a game of ultimate in we did get a nice throwing session in around midnight last night. Actually one of the mechanics played at Georgia Tech the same years I played ultimate in college, probably matching up against each other at Classic City Classic.
Today was gorgeous with low winds and sunshine. I brought my xcountry ski boots and was excited to find a stash of skis in the green house that folks had left here to use, including a pair of skate skis. The skiway, which is really just the landing strip for planes, was nice and groomed. After getting into a rhythm I made it to the end of the skiway (3 miles). Below you can barely see camp in the distance, if at all.
The feeling of solitude was unsettlingly awesome. Not a sound. White for miles and miles. Compared to the ice I was miniscule in size and short in existence.
Also around camp we have number of outdoor games to play; bocce ball, golf, croquet and frisbee. Although we haven't gotten a game of ultimate in we did get a nice throwing session in around midnight last night. Actually one of the mechanics played at Georgia Tech the same years I played ultimate in college, probably matching up against each other at Classic City Classic.
Today was gorgeous with low winds and sunshine. I brought my xcountry ski boots and was excited to find a stash of skis in the green house that folks had left here to use, including a pair of skate skis. The skiway, which is really just the landing strip for planes, was nice and groomed. After getting into a rhythm I made it to the end of the skiway (3 miles). Below you can barely see camp in the distance, if at all.
The feeling of solitude was unsettlingly awesome. Not a sound. White for miles and miles. Compared to the ice I was miniscule in size and short in existence.
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