The Aftermath

I am detoxing, processing and recovering. But as my head is delivered from the MW7 haze, it feels as if I emerged from chrysalis of sheer awesomeness never before experienced in the history of all mankind. I think Paul said it best when he said, "Manweekend is a triumph of the human spirit." I have to agree.

The tenants showed us the true and righteous path.
Sitting in that particular place, around that particular fire is a core element of the experience. What surprised me that only one person was chair tumbled, and that happened on his own accord.
Simplicity was once again critical, and despite the few prodigal sons who seemed confused about this idea, the stripped down ideal prevailed. Not that simplicity meant the lack of creativity. The introduction of the pie iron was nothing short of revolutionary. The food was downright gourmet from anyone's standards.
Work. Not one but two projects were accomplished, with the cutting and chopping of a nice amount of wood and the drainage pipe cleanse.
The mountain provided beautiful weather, rain, projects and a golf course so advanced only Scott was able to play a round. It is the perfect place to shoot skeet and enjoy a morning swim. Perhaps the weekend was touched by something divine when discovering everyone on the east coast was rain on this weekend.
I'm going to ignore Friday temperance because I'm not sure it's relevant anymore, particularly if the aforementioned "work" is vigorous enough.
And of course, the herb. The perfect compliment to organic grass fed beef, pickled beets, polish kilbasa...you get my point. Anyway, I must return to the job, but I wanted to touch base and thank all attendees--it was truly a MW of the ages.