Every morning I get up as the moon sets and the sun rises. I stretch, then jog a little more then 1 1/2 miles very slowly around this camp ground loop, out to the road and around the tent camping loop that ends at the lake.
It is freezing when I start out but by the time I get to the lake, I'm warmed up. Wisps of fog ascend from the lake like the sweet breath of a thousand infants & I wonder what the early people who lived here must have thought when taking in such beauty.
Today I clean the bathrooms with Roy's brother. He claims the womyn's are dirtier then the men's but he won't trade with me when I suggest I'll take charge of all the womyn's rooms, he can do the mens. In truth, none of them are dirty, as we've had less then 3 campers this cold & windy week - but we have to clean anyway.
Today is the day he uses clorox on the walls & floors, grinning as he talks about the mold and insects being killed, bragging that the clorox smell will last for days.
I say it sure will, and then it will invade the soil and water and air. I tell him we are in much more danger of being harmed by clorox then the germs he imagines he's killing.
Of course, he's just a camp host brother. I will wait until the ranger returns next week to speak with him about the Alabama USDA Forest Service going green!