Cleaning up after flood damage...

Burt's Point, Saturday, May 25, 2024
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Pam, Fred, Denny, Mark, and I tackled the flooded camps, beach, and the grounds. Lots of issues surfaced, from plumbing to holes in the roof, from piles of beach debris to camp floors covered in dirt, silt, and sand.   

All it took was a couple of extra bodies to make this job doable. Perhaps next year a few different folks could make the time to help with opening the camps. And let's hope we don't have winter floods again. 

What's next? Our camp maintenance person, Dr. Freddy, is eyeing the disaster beneath the Kent camp. Here's what happened. The winter flood waters dragged in debris (e.g., dirt, leaves, branches, beach balls, and garbage) from the brook, lake, and land. That debris, frozen throughout the winter, is trapped in and around the PVC pipes beneath the camp.  As the ice let out and the water receded, the pipes may have been compromised (i.e., ripped to pieces). The claustrophobic work will have Fred, on his back, shimmying beneath the camp to dislodge the debris. We'll wait for his report. Neither our maintenance man nor our local plumbers would do this work.  

On a personal note, I want to add: Barbara Burt Kent died 50 years ago this September. Prior to her death she signed over the Kent Camp and the Little House to her five children. For the past 50 years, we five have maintained, paid for, and improved the camps. We also purchased the Edwards' camp. When I write, "we five," I include spouses and partners, children and friends, and hired help. Fifty years. 

My ballpark estimate of the work thus far is 100 person hours.  

Here are photos of some of the work and scenes:

Fried electrical and a lonely loon. 

Kent Camp kitchen

Sad loss, though I have a replacement. Uncle Allen 
sent us all copies of this photo album. 

Results of the second wash and then steam cleaning
of the Kent camp floor. Thanks to Jen Trevett for
purchasing the steam cleaner and Mark & Elise Pelletier for 
purchasing the extra pads for the steam cleaner as well as
fancy cleaning cloths. 

Bunk beds... they're wicked heavy.

Emptying the Kent camp

Emptying the Edwards' camp

May 25, 2024

After two washes, the steam machine. 

Mark with debris

Fred, Pam, and Mark

Denny trucking across the tree farm bridge to
dump debris... he looks like Tom Cruise in Top Gun!

Pam gathering pine cones for fire starters.  

Sunday, May 26, 2024--a picture by Denny
early in the morning. 

  

Hugging Bailey

 

Rich at Bailey's Cairn

This post isn't supposed to be sad.  I hiked our regular route on Whitecap yesterday: up Yellow trail and down Orange. Last time I did that 4.5 mile loop hike was with Bailey in early winter. At the peak of the Yellow trail is Bailey's cairn with views of the Mahoosuc mountain range, including Old Speck and Sunday River. When I arrived at Bailey's cairn, I sat down and put my arm around the pile of rocks. It felt every bit like wrapping my arm around the old dog while we sat on the couch in my home. I liked the feel of that. I took the picture above (actually a screenshot from a video) when I spread Bailey's ashes and fur beneath this cairn a week ago.  

Welcome, Kent Cardiff Samuels

 

The exciting news of the day arrived from brother Rob: Kent Cardiff Samuels' birth on May 13th at 10:50pm (PCT).  Little Kent weighed 8lbs. 12oz., 20.5 inches. 

Who will Kent become in the years ahead? Will he follow in his parents' footsteps and swim? Maybe he'll follow a friend into the middle school band room and pick up the viola. Bow raised, he hits just the right note and he's sold. Here's to the possibilities life has to offer.  

Victoria, Iris, and Kent

Papa Joshua and Kent

Grandpa Rob and Kent

Last Hike With Bailey Tuckerman, Happy Birthday, Sweetie!

After Spreading Bailey's Ashes &
Fur Beneath the Cairn

One view from the Yellow Overlook Cairn that
I call Bailey's Cairn. 

Bailey and me

In the morning, rain soaked the driveway. I left at 7am to have The Rig inspected. Sue Adley at Adley's Auto asked how I was feeling about Bailey--up and down, I said. Her husband, Brad, encouraged me to get out in the van to explore. 

Back at home, I checked the tv weather forecast and saw that the day would turn partly sunny with a chance of evening thundershowers. I immediately realized I could do our birthday hike on Whitecap. 

I removed the screws on Bailey's wooden urn with an electric drill and discovered a fancy, blue-velvet bag. Inside that bag was a plastic bag with his ashes. I used a kitchen spoon to shovel the tiny, stone-like ashes into a sandwich baggie. Then, I added some of the fur I collected from Bailey the morning he died. It's not that I don't trust Final Gift Pet Memorial crematorium in Turner, I just decided to make100% sure that something of Bailey was going to make it to the cairn on the Yellow Trail overlook of Whitecap.

I've been planning this final hike for many years when I started calling the rock pile "Bailey's Cairn." I got a hair bit weepy when I loaded up the back seat of the car with Bailey's leash, harness, and collar.  His remains went into the left-hand, lower pocket of my hiking pants. I wore his leash around my shoulders and attached his harness and collar so they hung down my back. 

I've got a ton of pictures of Bailey at this spot as well as pictures of the two of us. Later (much later, I hope) some of my remains will be poured beneath the rock cairn, too. Nephews Tyler and Fred Kent are in charge. Is that a mistake? Will they leave me in a coffee can at camp until they get motivated to drop me off? Boys, if you're reading this and you haven't done the Uncle Richie deal yet, get your lazy butts up that mountain and place me with Bailey! He's lonely! 

😎