It's a low day today. Spent the better part of last night itching and trying not to scratch. You know what they say about low days? A low day in the mountains is better than no days in the mountains. Unfortunately I think we are going back tomorrow. The good side of that is the kids are coming in on Tuesday. I told Ash that I should be peaking about the time they get here. My new hot spring color is really beginning to diplay itself. As my doctor said I am working towards that "glow in the dark" yellow. Those of you that live close by us should check out your bilirubin count cuz if you find yourself a bit low I am in a giving mood.
Speaking of which, how many of you noticed that my good Memphis friend Billy Rubin left a comment on the big "whew" day. I bet you thought he did not exist. Billy and I worked together many years ago in the Outdoor Recreational Therapy world. Back then that meant we got to play outside with kids a whole lot and got paid to do it. We even convinced about 30 sets of parents of 11-13 year olds to pay and entrust us with there children on a three week camping trip from Memphis to the Grand Tetons and back. We took the kids on a big yellow school bus and never slept inside a building the entire time. We actually did this same trip three years in a row. Like most new experiences they were all good but the first one was the best. I think the first year there were 5 or 6 staff in total. 3 males and either 2 or 3 females. All three guys had longer hair than the girls. We are talking 1970. Fast forward 38 years and my skin is turning yellow and his hair has turned white. I am assuming that he tossed the bottle of Grecian formula for men. That is probably enough bilirubin for anybody for a day.
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