Get Out: Taj Magarage.

Greetings plague,

They say man needs three things to survive, food, water, and shelter. Well, Jim and I have completed the roof part of the chicken coop. The chicken Taj Mahal is coming closer to being finished and I hope I am here to see the last nail get punched by a hammer so metal Metallica would cower upon its swing. O, we also give the chickens ample food and water. Also, chickens, as it turns out, are not man so I guess we are just being nice people.
This past week/weekend was sad for me. there were 4 other WWOOFers on a different farm close by. My only peers, and come this past Sunday they have hit the road forward in their lives. However, I believe the future holds surprises that will make even robots happy. That sentence really doesn't fit, I do like it a lot.
Tomorrow, I am driving to Bellingham, Washington to get some cashiers training for Mt. Baker. Then, Saturday will bring on mountain orientation. Guess I will have a lot of fun without you guys, unless your reading this and will also be in Bellingham. But, if your going to be, I will let you know how bonerjam it is. This will also mark my first experience couch surfing! Which turns out, everyone on couch surfing (okay not everyone, but two people) are also working at Baker, including the person whose couch I am crashing. So, like a stone in the soup of life it weaves a web of connections that even a D.N.A. strand would get confused looking at.
Shiatsu massage.
Anyone have a snowboard that they are willing to give me? "That'd be great."-Bill Lumberg.
Here's some pictures, not that I needed to tell you this, it's just sometimes you can't always believe your eyes.