so, what does it take to rejuvenate oneself down at the bottom of the planet? the answer is simple...
H O L E

we were all sitting around the communal kitchen table that trey, spence, jud and a few others errected, sipping our hot drink of choice when erik piped up "hey, let's make a sculpture...maybe a pyramid or possibly a half scale version of downtown las vegas". no response what so ever. not to be thwarted, he tried again..."how bout we dig a hole, who wants to dig a hole"? within seconds, three or four of us were up and grabbin for shovels. don't ask me why, i don't know. all i know is that it got 85% of us fired up and headed for a goal...to dig the biggest hole we could given the conditions and man power.
before you knew it i had the camera perched on a tripod ready to capture the mayhem that would ensue. before too much longer a little film project was under way; that's in the editing stage right now actually. when it's completed, i'll see if i can throw it up here to share with everyone. it really is funny to see what happens in terms of morale with the simple suggestion of simply just digging a hole. it ended up becoming this psuedo spiritual epicenter where i'm sure everyone visited at some point by themselves to experience the hole in peace and solitude. i know that one of the guys, mark, woke up early, had put his headphones on and went to get some solo hole time. jan found him walking in circles, singing inside the hole a short while later. i got some solo hole time during one of my 4 or 5 pee breaks during the evening when the wind picked up slightly and started to blow right through the fleece i had on. i ducked into the hole and voila, no more wind. i hung out for a while and marvelled at our creation.
speaking of creations, here's the ice pad i lived in for the evening. it's the "quinsy" hut all of us had built when we first arrived at the camp site. what happened was all the sleeping duffle bags were piled up and then snow was endlessly piled on top. when you compress that and then ultimately dig out the bags, you have a temporary and quite bullet proof little shelter...in this case, for two. mike and i hollowed it out a bit so it would be more accommodating. i might say he did a fine job too.
i ended up actually not getting any sleep due to a self inflicted headache. don't ask, just know i didn't sleep AT ALL that night.

here's a sign on the back door of our hagalund (sp?) vehicle. no fluff or P.C. BS here...just straight to the point directions.

for a very well thought out and nicely typed explanation of what actually goes on at happy camper snow school...i'm gonna point you to my buddy mark's website where he took the time and put the love into it.
that's right herethanks mark!!
oh, for those that didn't know, i'm being paroled on february 18th.