The Dump....

So another MW in the books. Number 15. We think. Because it is 2017. And because 14 years makes 15 MWs. It's actually pretty obvious when you think about it. Without getting all mushy, I want to thank you all for celebrating a milestone birthday, there is really nowhere else I'd rather be. Despite the waves of raging wind, torrential rain and occasional sightings of the sun, MW persisted, with strength, dignity (except for Eric falling down and Kurt's hillbilly dance that looked like epilepsy) and poise. In many ways, the elements simply added to the colorful backdrop to another memorable MW. There was good food. Drink. Smoke. A dip in the icy pond. Fire. Shooting. All the pieces that make up what is the MW experience. But it is the individuals that make it potent, enduring and meaningful. To Damian - our sergeant at arms with a huge assist from Eric. Not all of us got to shoot, but when AI comes looking for you, you know why. MW rarely has regrets, but I do wish we did have a chance to shoot skeet... but, of course, there is always next year. I also wanted to a shoutout for Eric to cut down trees I didn't even know needed to be cut down. Although, cutting a tree limb with bullets might have gone a little too far into true redneck territory... I am glad we regained our poise with our very own, Dr. Feelgood himself, E. S. Evans and his prescription of ghost cookies and t-shirts. Joe. Master fire-chef. Mixologist. Rocker. Pacifist. Gun nut. God bless you, lad. Chris. You're wings man, holy fuck. Not only delicious, the entire process of watching you make them was better than most show on the telly. Scott. Our Original Hipster. MW legend (he has never missed one), who showed us how to MW, appropriately. Pete just showing up and being...Pete. Rockin', smokin', drinkin' in only the way Mr. Langway can. Ingar, a huge yellow duck, a tent and a ton of goodwill (thx for the golf balls... man that felt good off the club). Jerry and David, for all the things you do... from chimney sweeping to wood cutting, to drinkin' and smokin'... you guys keep it going up there. Yes, like life there are fails. The tarp. Ingar's tent. Kurt's ability to keep rhythm. The bombs (again, this is heading into questionable territory) But these are the why we try in the first place, so we can quit and see where the Chem Dawg leads us. Like the polaroids, it's hard to capture the moment, but when you, it is glorious.