Staff Week begins.. or at least it should....
- Maybe it's the weather. No it isnt that. Although the weather here
in Northern CA has been particularly German-esque lately. For a
while I thought it might all the focus on Germany this week as the
World Cup begins there, but that wasn't it either...
It always seems to hit me this week. Intellectually I know full
well that it's been fifteen years, but part of me still looks at the
calendar this week and starts thinking about lists of things that
need to be done. Program inventories, travel arrangements for staff
coming in from the states, campsites to set up and mountains to gaze
at and other 'mountains' to move.
This week always will be Staff Week.
This part of june will always "feel" like we all should be getting
Camp ready. I can see Todd Allen,PJ Jurack, Scott Baum (Who is in
Iraq now so your thoughts and prayers for his safe return are always
in order...), Mike Orr, Dale Wills, and even Toby Ellwood (welcome
to the group by the way Toby!) Dave Eaton, and John Hardy coming
back to Keans lodge sunburned and bedragled after a day out on the
I close my eyes and see Ben Coleman getting his figer printing merit
badge gear ready. Tom Slavicek going over Trading Post orders with
Dave and Betty Perry. Rick Schmidt looking skeptically at my
staff week schedule with that "are you sure wanna do ALL this?" look
on his face, and I can see a group of CIT's hanging out in staff
area, talking about what movie was playing at the Kino, excited
to "away" from home for the summer.
I close my eyes and I can hear James Manuel's old van loaded with
computer equipment pull up in front of the lodge. I hear Stimie
telling staff to get their clothes out of the Coz, and if I listen
very carefully ... I hear the faint distant clang of a cow bell.
Jack Stephens once teased me that in many ways Bayern
was "Haunting" me still. I prefer to think of it as carrying the
best part of that chapter of my life with me. I tell friends (many
who still don't believe the stories I tell them), that staffing BHAC
was the best job of my life. I got do exactly what I love doing
with the best people anyone could ever have assembled anywhere, to
do it with.
So somewhere out all of those images, hidden among the Duce and a
halves, the tierheim. the commissary boxes , the faint odor of burnt
photocopier toner coming from the office, the fest tables, the
Schranks, and cots and tents.... somewhere from out of the middle of
all that, come memories that even today, remain more vivid than any
video or photograph could ever capture.
So on this 11th of June.... I just wanted to wish everyone a Happy