This is Tanya, the baker who became a cook when the first cook broke her ankle. Tanya and I didn't get along very well which is why I've included this particular picture of her :) This is Karli, one of my closest friends, and Sasha (how he managed to stay white, I'll never know). Kar made Ft. Nelson as tolerable as it could be. She's living in my tent with me because hers flooded. Our only way in and out of Hell. The pilot used to blow the roof off the kitchen every time he landed. On the upside, I learned how to walk in a permenant crouch and how to sling trees; these are all skills that will serve me well, I'm sure... View from the path leading to my tent, looking at the kitchen. Luckily for all 50+ of us out there, we had an engineer on staff who fell compelled to build bridges. Note the large lakes of mud; this was on a good day. Usually, I felt lucky if I didn't go to bed with mud halfway up my pantlegs. This is also the spot where I ended up on our first night off but that's a different story.. Suffice to say it involved the bottom portion of a bottle of Golden Wedding. Ask me if you want more details :) The eating tent. We finally had to move it because the mud and water were getting too deep. The new spot wasn't much better, but at least it didn't have lake-like tendancies. The eating tent (full of people, of course) was also the site of Kar's and my one and only mud wrestling exhibition. It was our last night there and a great stress reliever. Luckily, no one managed to get blackmail pics of it :) A lovely view into our kitchen. This is where I spent the majority of my time if I wasn't sleeping or showering. Attempting to keep the mud off the floor was a fruitless quest and finally, the rule became that when I washed it, I got to be the first one to step on it (when the floor won't stay clean, this holds a certain degree of satisfaction). A slash pile and some of the planters I worked with. This is the slash pile I sat on as I waited eagerly to fly out. You know you've spent too long in the bush when terms like slash pile begin to creep into your everyday vocabulary (ie. I laughed so hard I almost fell off the slash pile). A general camp view. Eating tent is on the left, kitchen is on the right, fire pit and miscellaneous stuff is to the bottom right. The path straight ahead leads to showers and my tent.