Afterglow RFT V: Return to the Hive - Day 1

 

 

 

After placing our belongings in the cabin, we ventured out towards the lake. This is the centerpiece of the whole resort, so it is only natural that we often gravitate towards it. This place always looks amazing, but I am still surprised that it continues to find new ways in which to impress me. I wish I could take credit for my photography skills, but I had nothing to do with it. I just pointed the camera in the right direction and God painted the picture. I'm just thankful that I get multiple opportunities to gaze upon this canvas.

Gail must have heard us in the water (I think some girls were screaming nearby, because manly men don't scream when their genitals touch cold water) and came on down to say hello. She warned us about the new dog Winter and that we shouldn't leave our shoes out in the open (too late) and gave us a nice little recap of what's been going on up here since we last graced set foot at this hallowed place.

No night at Afterglow (regardless of the season) is complete without Raging on KK. I understand that the weather doesn't always comply and sometimes you just don't have it in you, but somehow you need to summon up the will to make it up there. That's because there is nothing like the end of the night nonsense that happens up on the KK. I know that we recorded some podcasts for The Daily Burner, and for once in our lives we were a little serious. While I can't recall Ed Zachary what we said that night, I'm sure that there is a record of it over on the website somewhere. After KK, we walked back down to the beach and hung out at the raft, which was dry docked on the beach. I wanted to climb to the HD but Kevin thankfully talked me out of it. The last thing we needed was a lawsuit and banishment.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Regular Afterglow is all about tradition, so why shouldn't Afterglow RFT be the same? When we arrive in July we unload the car and then make a beeline to the beach. And if it ain't broke, why try to fix it? We've been swimming in all seasons when there isn't a sheet of ice covering the lake, so the fact that it was early May wouldn't stop us. The water was mighty cold, but it wasn't cold enough to stop the rage. That's one of the things about raging for two - it'll take more than a cold lake to stop us. We are fueled by rage and whiskey.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

While we were out swimming, the new dog Winter (the brown one, although I don't want to bring race into this) stole Kevin's shoes like a thief in the night. Silent and sneaky, she crept to where we kept our belongings and made out like a bandit. He finally got them back but they would never be the same again. When a dog has your shoe in her mouth, that shoe is forever tainted with the spit of a K9.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The night always follows the day (as it often does in most places except for Alaska) here at Afterglow, so we had to find something to do under the cover of night that doesn't involve us going to prison. Thankfully there's a perfect place to go to in the night up here. We gathered up our instruments and our talent and performed a show for no one at the Afterglow campfire. While this may seem weird to most people in a band, we are totally used to no one coming to our shows. That's how it goes for a struggling band. But I don't think that I was ever meant to play Madison Square Garden or Wembly Stadium. Right here at the Afterglow campfire is all that I ever wanted.

 

 

 

 

 

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