this past weekend, the "barrel of monkeys" had our annual company retreat at a camp in wisconsin. we spent the day attending various awesome workshops (i even helped lead one myself!), eating sweet corn and repeatedly dousing ourselves in "deep woods" bug spray (which kinda helped).
after a long day which included all the aforementioned activities along with an epic battle (pictured here), we took up our flashlights and walked along "county o" road to "fred's wagon wheel," the local bar. at one point during our rather long night, a non-monkey patron of "fred's wagon wheel" decided it would be a good idea to remove the taxidermy from the log-cabin-walls of the bar and present it to various people.
that's right. that's my friend alex trying to reason with the deer.
we made our way home after closing "the wheel" and quietly climbed into our bunks (after a few rounds of four-square, of course). as i lay in my top bunk listening to the sounds of about 10-12 of my cabin-mates sleeping like babies, i smiled to myself and felt so very grateful to be part of this group of smelly, bug spray-ridden, wonderful people.
