Bearded Blues

After 72 days of growth my beard was actually referred to as full, not to mention wild. The summer is coming to an end, unfortunately, and there is only one week left of work on the trail. My beard spent its last weekend in Maine enjoying the outdoors, good friends, and a few beers. This past work week my beard hiked more and more every day as we finished work along the trail, making for more hiking than actual work.



This is my beard in front of a car containing license plates from all 50 states and all 10 provinces in Canada, mostly dating from the late 70s. This car was outside the Historical Society in Andover, Maine as part of Olde Home Days, a local festival near our work site. My beard wandered through the flea market and bought a new pack of 1988 Donruss baseball cards. Please note the Wisconsin plate prominently displayed in the front of the vehicle; it's a farm plate.


This is my beard being overshadowed by Henry David Thoreau's distinguished neck beard.

The guest beard this week is Chris. Chris is from Connecticut and is a team leader; team members have been listening to and following this beard all summer. Chris has taught ESL in South Korea, is biking from Maine to California soon after our work this summer is finished, and is going to Vietnam after that to do some hiking. Chris has hiked the entire Appalachian Trail, all 2000 odd miles of it. Chris also enjoys playing with dolls.

Quotes of the week:
"What ails you?" - Our crew says this daily, specifically when we do something stupid, and is most often aimed at our youngest member, Todd.

"Thanks for coming in today, we'll keep your application on file." - Our crew member Dustin, said whenever any of us do something that pleases or helps him.

"Your guys are breaking so many rules I don't even know where to start." - Startled and confused Park Ranger

This week my beard is feeling:

Melancholy