Travel Blog

We’re still alive. And so are our co-workers. I haven’t maimed anyone. It stopped raining, finally, after six nights off.

We started back to work Thursday night and we’re going strong. I was told that we’d be done Sunday night, so
that’s what I’m holding them to. Meaning, even if we’re not done Sunday night, Phil and I are done Sunday night.
We’re going to make sure our foreman understands that this afternoon. Our co-workers already know we’re leaving
Monday afternoon. So we’re set! We should be in PA by Friday night.

Looking back on this experience, I have to say I blame a man named Bob. We met Bob in Skagway. His wife
worked for the Corringtons, and he was actually our neighbor in the RV park. Nice old guy who would do anything
for you. Well, he worked the sugar beet harvest last year, and we met up with him at Christmas tree school last
year and asked him about it. He said, “Don’t do it.” But that’s all he said. He wouldn’t elaborate. So all that did, of
course, was intrigue us. Oh, Bob. If ever our paths meet again…