happy valentines day babies!
Feb 12, 2012
bus mission part 2
"...after successfully towing the bus back to camp and leaving her in the overflow lot we decided on a place to move her. once again the nearly breakless, nearly stearingless, 2-ton highlux was hooked up to the completely breakless, completely stearingless 10-ton bus and this time had to back it out and around the parking beams, onto the road and then pull it up the driveway to the house. first all the trees in the driveway had to be trimmed to accomodate the behemoth and a place had to be cleared among the piles of wood and the junk for her final resting place.
it took a few tries backing out - it had to be far enough to the left to miss the parking beams but not so far as to smash the manuka trees it was resting under. finally, just as it was cranked so hard the bus wheels jolted and slammed perpendicularly to the truck, this was accomplished.
once it was successfully towed up to it's new home it had to be pushed into place so it was sturdy and wouldn't move. for this task d took the digger - which has grass growing around the gear shifts, cobwebs instead of a windshield and who's hood is inexplicably propped open with a twisted piece of drift wood so you can see the engine coughing black smoke - and he put a chain from the bucket to the tow hitch on the bus. then using the arm he pulled, turned, pulled and yanked the bus perfectly into place.
mission accomplished, more staff accommodation...."
lynn leaves day
the black beech forests are truly an eerie thing, or at least i find them somewhat unsettling. you'll be hiking in beautiful lush green native bush and then turn a corner and all of a sudden it's dark; black mold covers all the trees around you and everything is still except for the buzzing of wasps. thousands of wasps. the trees gives off a sweet smell - they say it smells like honeydew but to me it smells just like kombucha. i guess it attracts the wasps because they are everywhere.
it's moments like this, when i wonder into this weird dimension of the forest that i have to remind myself that there's nothing that can hurt me here.
Feb 4, 2012
Feb 2, 2012
ryans totally gone wharariki on us, as most people out here end up doing. he's got it pretty bad though i have to say; he's got peacock feathers in all of his hats and in his van and right now he's sitting up on the porch, shirtless, wearing a jade necklace with flax strands wrapped around his toe weaving a bracelet.
"i'm going native!" he tells me,"if i were here longer i could see this getting out of control."
it's a bad beach bug this one and bridges has been bitten.