I have 70 mosquito bites on various parts of my body, my back hurts, and my liver is clean. Matty boy is back from the woods, but not back in his own head yet. It's been a f***in' coons age since I've written anything.
For the most part, we've spent the last week splitting and stacking firewood. The owners of Campe de L'Arche have a massive wood burning furnace, that not only draws on fire to heat the place, but also burns up the smoke into additional energy and provides a clean fuel source.
On some days, the girls would clean or help cook meals. Alex and I got to play with a giant saw/milling machine. We also had to help the owners landscape their front yard, so got to pull some huge rocks out of the river, finding some silver in the process :)
One day we decided to see how far it would be to the next town to grab a beer at the bar. When we should have went right, we went straight, and ended up walking for 6 hours around the farmlands of St Elzere. Beautiful as it was, I have never sincerely wished to never walk during thunderstorms again. We left at 9 in the morning, and got home around 5, with poutine breaks in between.
One of the last nights I was there, I cut my foot open in a game of Battle Boats. Battle Boats is a game where you two teams of two attack each other in canoes and try to sink the other teams boat. During my kamikaze attacks, I caught my foot on a screw. Ow.
Now that we're back in the house, it seems all the bonding has been for naught. We're back to our bickering, back to cliques, and still have no Project Leader. Sarah came and went, as she lives in Rimouski, four hours away. Alice was a great PL for the week she was here, but has to resume teaching in late August, so she left. Now we're alone in this house, and I fear for the most part that we'll kill each other, or at least some of each other.
I feel like this blog post should be more fulfilling, but I'm gonna go get a cigar.
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