Afterglow 2014 - Day 8 Saturday

 

 

Our last day at Afterglow (Friday) is hard, but Saturday is worse. Even though we leave around 10am (and thus don't get to spend the whole day here), the realization that we have to go back home sets in real quick. We usually say goodbye to everyone else as they are leaving (we're the last to go) and Kevin and I get some kind of picture. This year it was with Gail, who decided that she didn't want anything to do with us. Jesus Gail. We're paying customers. What we want, we get. The check has already cleared, so you have to.

  

 

On Thursday, my Mom took a picture of these mushrooms. Just 2 days ago they looked like the mushrooms that you are used to seeing in Super Mario video games. Now they look like pancakes on top of a stick. It's funny how much things can change in just a matter of days. We can all stand to learn a lesson or two from these fungi. So when in doubt, look to the mushrooms for answers.

 

 

Leaving here and having to go back to our real lives is hard. But the worst part is that our last stop before hitting the road is Memory Point. I'm not saying that this is a bad place. It's just that saying goodbye to Timmy is so much harder than saying goodbye to Afterglow. This is the only place in the world where I feel connected with my brother. When I am not here, I feel something missing in my heart. It's an emptiness that cannot be filled.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Until now I hadn't really shown you the extent of my boating injuries from Wednesday. While I know it doesn't look that bad here, keep in mind that these were surface cuts that wouldn't clot, so I bled like a banshee. Ah well. That's in the past. My Stan was raging in a Yoda koozie, which in some weird way sums up the week. Why you ask? Because anything that makes sense just wouldn't do it justice.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There is one thing that never fails - the day we actually leave Afterglow is the nicest day of the entire week. That's one of God's cruelest jokes. I'm all for giving it up for the one who created me, the Earth, everything I know, etc., but does he have to do this? I know that I owe him my life and all, but this is ridiculous. Can't it just be cold and rainy on the day we leave? Is that too much to ask for pal?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I always try to be the last one to set foot in the cabin. For some reason that's really important to me. I guess I feel like I have to be the one to say goodbye to the place we call home for the best week of the year. Even though I may not foot the bill or rage the hardest, I feel like at my very core, I have the spirit of Afterglow within me. Timmy had this gift and I'd like to think that I possess it too. But I may be wrong. Speaking of wrong, why did they have to nail the geese to the wall? Denying me from being able to flip them upside down is not OK in my book. You win this round Pete, but someday I will get my revenge. Nails won't be able to stop me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

   

 

 

 

 

Home

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It doesn't matter when I come to visit this place - it always gives me a feeling that cannot be described. I've certainly tried to do it on multiple occasions since 2011, but I feel like I have failed every time. Well, failed is not exactly the truth. The real words and feelings that I want to convey are in my heart and mind, but they must stay there for obvious reasons. Since I can't fully disclose them, I do my best on here pal. So take it any which way that you like. But understand that I would do it if I could. That I can promise you.