The water. Oh, the water. The camp is supposed to supply drinking water. Well, someone forgot to drain the lines when the campground was closed last fall. For 3 days assorted guys puttered and fussed and said that it was easy. Still not working. Yesterday the area manager came out to fix it. Wiring bad, faucets rusted shut, and pvc cracked (some in concrete) everywhere. Well, after the third day of fixing, it looked good, so Don said to let the tank fill up. I checked on it before I went to bed. All seemed good. Got up to pee and found that the bathrooms, on the other side of the holding tanks, were inundated with water. The tank room was 4″ deep. I shut off everything. And cleaned bathrooms. That was at 1:30am. I finished by 2:30am as the rain turned to slush. Very chilly at 9,000′.
I am hoping that it was a faulty float valve in the big tank. Could be a hole up high in that tank. Boss is coming out tomorrow to fix. Fingers crossed.
Just down the way there is an aspenless area, thanks to beavers. The drop off is extreme. How do they do it? I confess to helping. I tugged, shoved and pushed the log over the edge, down to the water. A tiny interference with nature. Couldn’t help myself.
Last week I showed a picture of going to work. Here is a picture of the trip into town. There was a herd of elk there as I slowed down to take a picture. They trotted off before I could get them in the pic.
I think I’ll have a cold beer before I head back to camp. Its a long drive!