So… very…
cold. I left my sleeping bag outside in an attempt to exterminate the
pests. I just happened to pick the coldest night to enact this
plan. To make up for the missing warmth, I wore four layers of clothes
including thermals. They did nothing for me by the time 2:00am rolled
around. Even with some 18 people in the Eurt and a small heater near the
entrance I was shivering uncontrollably. It was not a fun night.
Alas, both
laundering everything and leaving my sleeping bag outside were for
naught. I woke up with even more bites. Dee, one of our Fellows,
thinks that they are just seed tick bites from Quest that are only now
appearing. She says that bed bugs always bite in a line and Lili, a
fellow first year, confirmed this. Thing is… I have more bumps than
Abraham has descendants. I am a walking constellation of itching
pain. The silver lining is bed bugs or not, I feel the itching is
lessening.
We are in a
transitionary phase at the moment. All of the Corps has returned to
Fleecer, our HQ in Montana, and are awaiting reassignment. Our groups and
service projects will be switched up for the coming week. The only thing
we know for sure is that we will be taking our chainsaw certification test in
the next three days. I’m a little nervous as the test will be the first
time I am allowed to actually fell a tree, but at this point I just want to get
it out of the way. The sooner the test is done the sooner I will have a
day to rest!
Montana is
gifted with natural beauty and Butte is somewhat of a national landmark.
Back around the 1920’s it was the biggest city in the United States west of the
Mississippi. It was so renowned for its mining that the Queen of England
paid it a visit way back when. I am looking forward to doing some
exploring, but for now I’m going to enjoy some enchiladas while I await my
fate. Catch you all later!
A shot of Butte by Liana Kopp.
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