![]() Dear You, Foof! It's been another one of those frustrating mountain canyon days where the spring snow melt has wrecked last year's trail and this year's trail hasn't been built yet and we have to hand-carry our gear through the whitewater and we progress only a couple of miles for all our labor and we donate a few hours (as all good travelers do) to pick & shovel trail maintenance. Regine is mixing up poultices & teas for all the cuts & bruises. Everyone is beat. In fact, everyone here had a really tough week this third week of May. Is it the same with you and your friends? The Wolf ClubBy Mercury! So much stuff to tell you.Did I tell you I'm a wolfman? At winter camp there were these sweet Alpine Hillbillies and I befriended this one kid And he got kinda attached to me I taught him how to fish and sing the Beverly Hillbillies song (OK, OK, we're awful back here, I know! we're all going to hell for making fun of people!) And So . . . his dad came to visit and we all got drunk on honeywine together (don't try it; terrible hangover) and the dad made me a member of the Wolf Club Firelight ritual some really old vanished language your friend Berto howling at the moon ![]() I wore a smelly wolfskin and they taught me a Wolf Club gang sign The point of the Wolf Club seems to be to give you an animal to pattern your body language after when you're hunting or when you're scared seems like an old hunter/gatherer thing to keep you from getting freaked in the dark a set of mental images Plus, of course, hanging out with the boys down at the Wolf Club lodge and drinking on club nights Everybody Else Who's Reading This E-Mail
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