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Getting lost
Jun. 16th, 2006 10:08 pmTomorrow morning, we're driving into the Jefferson State Forest (or someplace) and getting lost. I'd hoped to draw "communications officer," which would mean lots of writing things down in a precise (read: anal) manner, but I got put on Team 3. That means I'll be out in the field with one other guy. However, I've already convinced him I should be the "writey down person," so having claimed some responsibilities in advance, I look proactive and hopefully won't have to do anything I suck at. I was pretty darn good at the compass and the mappy parts, though.
Dana, because he is a Great Big Genius at this stuff, had me try on my CamelBak along with my daypack, and declared it unacceptable. He's managed to get all my stuff in a fanny pack system (after removing 3 bags of gorp, because he said I had enough food for a month). The only things I don't have a place for are my extrication gloves, but I expect those will either be on my hands or I can jam them in one of my many pockets. The CamelBak will likely cut into my arms before long. There will be whining.
I'm bringing Hagen up with us, and he'll hang out at the command base where there will always be someone to watch and love on him. Dana's class has him sequestered all of tomorrow, so even though he's in the same building as our room, there's a good chance he wouldn't be able to get down. Plus, today Hagen decided to be Mr. Barky Who Barks All The Time Like A Big Barky Barker, so our neighbors will thank me.
Please think happy not getting lost forever in a big bad forest thoughts. And also maybe some not injuring myself thoughts, and maybe even not embarrassing myself ones.
Dana, because he is a Great Big Genius at this stuff, had me try on my CamelBak along with my daypack, and declared it unacceptable. He's managed to get all my stuff in a fanny pack system (after removing 3 bags of gorp, because he said I had enough food for a month). The only things I don't have a place for are my extrication gloves, but I expect those will either be on my hands or I can jam them in one of my many pockets. The CamelBak will likely cut into my arms before long. There will be whining.
I'm bringing Hagen up with us, and he'll hang out at the command base where there will always be someone to watch and love on him. Dana's class has him sequestered all of tomorrow, so even though he's in the same building as our room, there's a good chance he wouldn't be able to get down. Plus, today Hagen decided to be Mr. Barky Who Barks All The Time Like A Big Barky Barker, so our neighbors will thank me.
Please think happy not getting lost forever in a big bad forest thoughts. And also maybe some not injuring myself thoughts, and maybe even not embarrassing myself ones.
