Friday Favorites 9

Time for another edition of Friday Favorites…

A cup of tea on a chilly afternoon

Temperatures, in true Minnesota fashion, have dipped into the fifties this week and it feels like Fall for the first time!  After a summer of athletic shorts and grubby t-shirts, I’ve finally brought out my cardigans, scarves, leggings, and boots.  After a full morning of classes and time at the gym, I settled into a flannel and leggings to read Dickens.  What better way to complete the afternoon by brewing a cup of tea?

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My Shakespeare mug only makes things that much better.

This article:

What Steven Moffat Doesn’t Understand About Grief, and Why It’s Killing Doctor Who

Yes, it was written almost a year ago.  But the writer perfectly articulates my frustrations with the recent seasons of Doctor Who.  I picked up the show back in high school when David Tennant still reigned supreme under the guidance of Russell T. Davies.  Since then, the fandom has swollen and it’s become part of nerdy pop culture.  Which, honestly, I’m fine with because it’s a great show.  But the past few seasons have left a bitter taste in my mouth, and I haven’t been sure why.  This article hits the nail on the head.  If you’re a Doctor Who fan, I definitely encourage you to check it out!

Nothing Much to Do

I’m a big fan of literary web shows.  In fact, I just did an informative speech on them in class today!  Shortly after giving said speech, a friend texted me saying “You are to use this weekend to actually watch Nothing Much to Do.  This is your new homework.”  I had picked up this fun adaptation of Shakespeare’s Much Ado About Nothing last year, watched a few episodes, and never went further.  But, as my friend commanded, I resumed watching again and have really enjoyed it!  The acting is decent, production of a good quality, and you gotta love those New Zealand accents!

This Canoe Trip:

This summer, as part of our extended Program staff training at camp, we were treated two what I affectionately call the Canoe Trip from Hell.  The trip included being woken up at three in the morning and two full days on the Brule River with essentially no food.  I wrote a short post about it a few months ago with more details.

Here we all are at the end of our trip, triumphant on the shore of Lake Superior.  Good grief, I miss these people.

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That is all for this week’s edition of Friday Favorites!  With that, I’m going to settle in for a quiet, relaxing weekend in Morris.

Got any exciting plans this weekend?  Feel free to tell me about them in the comments!

 

The Brule

On Sunday morning, I blissfully asleep in my bed at camp.  Then, suddenly…

“GET OUT OF BED!  PACK FOR TWO DAYS ON THE RIVER AND ONE DAY AT THE CABIN.  YOU HAVE TEN MINUTES.”

The lights were on, my boss was out the door, and my roommate, Alex, and I were out of bed without hesitation.  Still half asleep, we blindly shoved clothes into our bags.  In no time, we were running from Thorwall to the parking lot and jumping into the fifteen passenger van.  Our fellow program staff members were just as bleary-eyed and sleepy.

Three and a half hours later, we arrived at our destination in northern Wisconsin.  After dumping all our bags at the campsite, we headed to the canoe rental place.

What were we doing in Wisconsin?  Answer: The Brule.

Basically, we were placed in canoes with our summer partners and, over the course of two days, paddled 45 miles.  We put in eight hours of endless winding turns the first day, followed by five and a half hours of crazy rapids the second.  Our bosses only gave us a bag of rice to eat, but we smuggled a handful of Clif Bars.

By the end of the trip, we had all fallen in at some point.  We were jostled against rocks and slammed into trees.  Kristine got pinned under a log that had fallen across the river and didn’t appear for a while.  She was really freaked out after that.  At one point, my partner (Eva) and my canoe was stuck between some rocks and, for five seconds, was convinced that the paracord rope attaching my paddle to the boat was wrapped around my ankle.  The current pushed me in front of the boat and I thought I was a goner.  But, thankfully, I was free.  After that, I was so shaken up I could barely stand to get the canoe out.  It took six of us to get it free.

The moment when we rounded the bend to see Lake Superior was a beautiful sight.  Suddenly, the 45 miles of wear and tear fell away and we paddled with renewed vigor.  We strode into the lake in the sunlight and, oh my goodness, it was beautiful.

To recover from our journey, we spent a day at our boss’s cabin.  It was a wonderful time of relaxation.  We played games, watched movies, went on pontoon rides, made a puzzle, and went in the sauna.

Now, the counselors are here and training is finally swinging into gear.  Our days are filled with getting to know people, planning, and making sure things are going as they should.  It’s strange being on the programming end of things, but so far, I’m loving it.

Here’s the Brule! Taken from: https://birkhola.files.wordpress.com/2014/06/ee238-dsc_0016.jpg