Greetings From The Snowpine Lodge (a.k.a. Man Camp)
As I sit here gently rubbing the bristles above my lip, I watch the snow fall and contemplate yet another winter passing by. Last winter, I had luxurious accommodations at 232 NW Congress St, where the moustache to man ratio was 1:1. Things were looking up. Alex had a struggling business and daily arguments with T. Colla. I was a flourishing “Life Coach”, who’s company was charging students $60,000+ a year for our “services”. All was well…
Autumn brought not only a change of leaves to our hero. I was now an “out of work” Life Coach. The loving relationship between the Pie Cart Guys was on the brink. Lack of funds forced me down to Mendo for under the table migrant labor, while receiving government aide, directly deposited to my account. “Movember” came along, which called for an unruly moustachio in celebration of John Wesley Powell, as I embarked on a three-week jaunt down the Grand Canyon, saturated in mushrooms and waterfalls.
I am currently Happy Hour Liaison at the Snowpine Lodge in Alta, UT. The staff consists of seven men. The canyon consists of many men. I have a moustache. I shaved it the other day. Anything can happen now and I know my old friend will comfort me.
Cheers to the North!