It’s been a long summer already, beginning with the 9-day Camp Crucible, which continues to raise the bar for group fun under the wicked and watchful eye of Uncle Frazier. The bullwhip workshops and private times went well. Had a chance to try a little fire whipping with one of Vamty’s first kevlar projects thanks to Steve’s generosity.
Then onward to spend a few days with Aejon, a good friend and a great host with Eden itself for his back yard (mary saw a bear and her cub walking up the lane). Never thought I’d enjoy a Dr. Who marathon, but with a good guide like Aejon, it’s an experience that can knock your socks off!
Then on to our home away from home, La Domaine Esemar, where we renewed our friendships with Miss Couple and Master R. Attendees of the weekend workshop impressed me with their enthusiasm and willingness to try new things. Enjoyed meeting Gary (seems we have a lot in common). The sylvan surroundings contributed to a peaceful and focused state of mind for the work at hand.
Quick run north to have dinner with Tim Kiss (Facebook Whip Cracking Enthusiasts), a spot of whip cracking in the great outdoors, marvelous and insightful conversation, then back through the ski areas to Aejon’s again to gear up for the weekend ahead.
The presentation in Delaware gave us the chance to see the fabulous Zebrianna once again, and our superb hosts gave us a special treat: Jessop’s Tavern’s crab cakes and bread pudding. I think I have a new favorite dessert.
Bright and early departure the next morning to spend a few hours doing a private lesson in Long Island with a great father and son duo who wanted to expand their martial arts experience.
The trip away from the East Coast took us straight across Manhattan Island — Thank the gods for GPS technology! Took a lot of the stress off. Actually drove through China town and saw the flea bag hotel we were dumped into on our last trip to the Big Apple. This time, just passing through, the old city actually looked picturesque with constant avalanches of curious characters pouring over the curbs at every intersection.
Now preparing to rest up a bit before heading toward the Pacific Ocean for our Western Bullwhip Safari in a few weeks. Every summer should be so sweetly satisfying, even if it can be hard work at times.
Yes, technically I am retired as of last year. But obviously I am finding it impossible to outright quit. This is because I found that the pain of not doing what I love is much worse than the pain in my arms after an intense workshop weekend. It’s a trade-off — but it’s one I am happy to make. The whips continue to be very good to me, and I hope I am giving back to them in kind.
Wrote this, took a few minutes to update website at www.bullwhip.net (changed the format a bit to make it more entertaining and easier to read). I continue to drive everywhere, refusing to participate in TSA’s con job/bullies-with-badges-burlesque at airports. Happily, we live in a beautiful country which is more enjoyable at ground level.