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Record Flooding!

May 13th, 2011 No comments

Lake Champlain reached a record high level this month and the lake level is predicted to go down very slowly. Expect high water for Man Weekend (ie. the fishing will probably suck so bring more beer). Here are some pictures of the Highgate Springs summer camp area taken May 8, 2011. (Photo credit: Eleanor Bliss)

UPDATE from the field:

The dock stairs are in big trouble.  A large long log has washed in and has been beating against the stairs and railing for a couple of days.  The railing is all beaten up and I think the stairs are no longer stable.

Note: This is not necessarily a disaster (for us) because I suspect that by Man Weekend the lake level will still be at or above the cement step level so there’ll be no beach to use anyway. The Burlington Free Press says the lake level has dropped a foot since the peak.


June 8th, 2009 No comments

The first batch of ManPhotos are up! Richard has submitted his ManWeekend 2009 photos and they are now assimilated into the site. Check them out here.

If anyone has ManPhotos 2009 they would like to submit, I’ll post an email address to send them to soon.

Man Weekend 2009 Day 3

June 8th, 2009 No comments

Saturday, June 6, 2009

The weather forecast included a chance of rain or thunderstorms in the afternoon. While it did darken for a few hours, nothing fell and it’s possible that Man Weekend this year had The Best Weather Ever.

Richard was the first Man out on the water and caught the first fish (a perch) while waiting in the Lamsonia’s Cadillac for the Ty-Tanic and HAM to be put in. He recorded the events on video and hopes that Charles will be able to produce something short and sweet with the footage.

A ceremony was held on the Ty-Tanic in honor of the late Fucking Alex. A eulogy is posted separately on this blog.

Chris brought a game called “Cornhole” which was enthusiastically played by some of the men, probably because it let them shout “Cornhole!” a lot. The game involves tossing corn-filled beanbags at a slanted boards with holes in them. Life became uninteresting and boring after they outlawed Jarts.

Richard observed that little of the coffee from the Edgewood Garage morning coffee service was being consumed, despite thoughtful inclusion of a bottle of non-prescription pain reliever on the table. Theories why included the fact that Ty stopped drinking coffee and the Ty-Tanic crew’s sudden enthusiasm for getting out of the lake before the coffee service is even set up, but then someone reminded Richard that Tom wasn’t there this year.

Good News! Ty reports the Frank Martin Memorial Tackle Box has been located! Bad News! It’s still in Gilbert’s barn!

One of the things that had to be moved in the process of digging the Ty-Tanic out of the Tobey Cottage’s garage was a toilet that (I guess) either replaced or will replace one in the Tobey Cottage. It was moved aside and by Saturday contained a pool of golden liquid.

Adam completely ignored last year’s instruction and brought his Range Rover again. Our disappointment at not getting to gawk at his Ferrari was tempered by the Range Rover’s hitch and Adam’s gracious generosity in pulling boat trailers around. Thank you very much Adam, and bring the Range Rover again next year! (Let’s see if reverse psychology will work.)

The Edgewood Men decided not to tempt the Boat Gods by trying to put in the Red Rocket but they did put a new blue cover on it. The engine’s lubrication survived the winter and the engine shaft rotates. Despite ambitious intentions we did nothing about the RR’s boat lift. I thought we should have set it up on the Ridge.

Gilbert and Scott boated up to the Swanton waterfall and reported rocky pools literally filled with fish. Scott was mildly injured traversing them. Scott, of course, caught the biggest fish (Friday’s 30 inch 6 pound pike) but Gilbert caught a garfish! The Ty-Tanic went out to the waterfall Sunday morning to see if Gilbert and Scott found a wonder or if they’re just wonderful bullshit artists. Someone else is going to have to report the results.

We’re going to have to set up a sign saying: “If you spoil your appetite with shrimp you won’t be able to finish your steak.” I, for one, seem to forget every year. It was only Patrick’s superb selection and equally-superb preparation that enabled me to finish the entire 16 ounces. Burp. New Man LL wasn’t there for the Saturday dinner. Having a job over Man Weekend must suck or maybe seeing the Man Weekend Garment of Shame scared him off. He did go fishing in the Aqua Pimp Saturday morning. No word on whether he caught anything.

With Ned away the position of Man Weekend Pryo was assumed by Uncle Arthur who made a pile of broken furniture and tools, scrap lumber, and brush. The Red Rocket’s old disintegrating plastic-coated cloth cover was included. Although not to the intensity of the original Man Weekend fires, this one was pretty good and the thick, black rolling smoke from the boat cover brought tears to our eyes. The wind was blowing in from the lake and the next morning everything on the Edgewood porch was lightly dusted with ashes.

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Man Weekend 2009: Day 2

June 6th, 2009 No comments

Friday, June 5

Man Weekend is pleased to announce the addition of a new Man. L.L. (no idea of what that stands for) received his hat and first year pins at the evening’s superb (as usual) sausage & clam dinner, orchestrated (as usual) by Patrick and Allen. L.L. was actually around last year for Man Weekend but declined to take part. One can only assume that the lack of (obvious) bloodshed last year was reassuring, or perhaps the stack of magazines pushed upon him Sunday of Man Weekend last year, in an attempt to hide the evidence, was impressive.

The weather is so great that it called into karmic question whether any of the boats would work. Hedging their bets, Allen and Richard declined to even start the Red Rocket’s engine, thus insuring that HAM, the Ty-Tanic, and the Aqua-Pimp ran perfectly. The Edgewood Men caught a few perch and one sunfish, but spotted an otter, a turtle far way from shore, enjoyed for some time an anchor point a few dozen feet from the sheer cliffs on the way up to Canada, and carefully paddled into the brushes of Gander Bay spying on huge carp that had sex on their minds more than our lures.

The other boats caught so many big fish that they couldn’t even remember them all. Scott reported a 6lb 30″ northern. This is not unexpected. What was surprising was when Scott came over to Edgewood begging for some butter to cook up some perch he caught. The Man with the “The Man With The Golden Rod” tattooed (such as it is rumored) on his arm, shocked the Man Weekend community by actually keeping, cleaning, and cooking some fish! (Very well too, but one wonders if this is the beginning of a change in Man Weekend philosophy.)

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Man Weekend 2009: Day 1

June 6th, 2009 No comments

Thursday, June 4

Man Weekend 009 properly began Wednesday, June 3, when Chris showed up for the first time in three years, but since your chronicler arrived Thursday early afternoon, that’s when the official history commences.

There was some uncertainly concerning attendance this year. Is Tom coming? Is the Grow Cottage contingent going to be here? Charles already made the possibly permanently fatal mistake of scheduling his daughter’s birth in the Man Weekend timeframe, the fool. The date of Man Weekend isn’t fixed in stone, but if this child is born on the average date, Charles may never be able to attend Man Weekend ever again. Let this be a warning to All Men. Leave Her alone nine months before two weeks after Memorial Day. It’s for your own good. Really.

So far Tom hasn’t shown up. If he doesn’t appear Saturday then that leaves Allen and Glenn as the only Man Weekend Founders with perfect attendance. Speculation is that Ned and his comrades, who are rumored to come next weekend, are doing it to (1) Save $20 on fishing licenses by taking advantage of Vermont Free Fishing Day, and (2) The simultaneous start of bass season. There are some who think that the Grow Cottage’s logic is sound. (Particularly, in addition, if it lets Charles come again.)

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