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Club Expedition to Alaska “Day 11”
Club Expedition to Alaska “Day 11” 26th August (Sunday) – Esther Island Storm Bound Genesis of the Church of Hydrology (AKA Storm bound on Esther Island) I woke slowly, with the dawning realisation that the water that should be on the outside of my tent was in fact on the inside of my tent. While I had slept, trillions of water molecules had passed unhindered through my groundsheet and were now making themselves comfy in my sleeping bag. I assessed my situation and deduced that my fetid body was encased in a festering pile of damp goose down held together by sheets of soggy nylon. It was not the best of feelings. It was at this instant that I was struck by a blinding realisation, an epiphany – suddenly it all became clear. The only way that I was ever to find peace in this world of wetness and ever prevalent damp was to embrace it! The rain that had been our constant companion over the last few days was not a foe but a friend. Moisture was good, and wetness divine. All praise to H2O! Halleluiah! The Church of Hydrology had been born. I rushed out of my deliciously damp tent to convert the others. The first person I met was Frankie. She had just returned from a walk in the rain, and she had chanced upon a wet black bear on the muddy path. She showed me a photo of the wet bear, in the rain, and I then welcomed her to the faith and christened her ‘Frankie Mistress of Moisture’. All the others were down by the shore, where they were wickedly trying to keep the nourishing drizzle from touching their bodies by standing beneath a tarp. I quickly ordained them: o Keith S – ‘Deacon Damp’ o Keith P – ‘Vicar of Drizzly’ o Martin ‘Priest Precipitation’ o Ruth ‘Pope Puddle’ o Mark ‘Archdeacon Drips’ […]
