Saturday, May 18, 2013

campground cleaning

We've been cleaning campgrounds for a few months. Not glorious, but it must be done. Nobody wants to pitch a tent on soggy leaves. Warm towels and mints are on the way.

Raking tends to be the name of the game.

Grime time.

Setting up the pressure washer.

Rake the ground, rake the tables, rake the roofes, rake everything.

When the fog lifts you remember where you are. Mossy big leafs, all about it.

Orient yourself with your surroundings.

Some anti-slip installation.

Sometimes it sucks to blow, mostly it doesn't.

Just in time for lunch.

Sometimes we drive far distance to rake leaves, it takes a lot of gas to fire ten cylinders.

They hook up the grub for the multi-day trips.

Old sitka spruce and big leaf maple, lording their land up the Quinault.

It's important to maintain a work/life balance. Kalaloch provides.

Big cedar.