Arriving At Deer Crossing

It was an interesting time just getting to the camp. I arrived at the Sacramento Airport around 7:30pm, I texted Neal, the camp guide sent to pick up all the staff flying into California. When I got there I met Anna from Spain, who will be teaching Sailing and speaks decent English, but mostly Spanish. Ania from Poland, who also teaches  sailing, and speaks English very well. Pako from Mexico, who is going to be our maintenance guy and speaks very little English at all. We all had to wait until a little after 11pm for the last staff member flying in from Colombia. Jenny was the last to arrive, she is the other cook and speaks decent English, but again mostly Spanish. Jenny was an interesting arrival, she didn't have Neal's phone number, and we didn't have any of her flight information just an estimated time of arrival. So we split up and Pako and I waited in terminal B and Neal went to terminal A  to wait. I held a Canoe paddle for over an hour that said Deer Crossing Camp on it hoping to attract her if she came into the terminal. It was an interesting wait, looking for someone you have never seen or met before, but it all ended well and we eventually found her in Terminal A.

After we had accumulated all the staff who had to fly, we had a 3 hour drive to Deer Crossing in a very luggage packed van, we finally made it to camp at 2am, and had to wait at the other side of the lake until they noticed us. We had our headlights on for 45 minutes before the flashed back at us they knew we were here. It took about 15 minutes before the boat arrived and we loaded in all of our luggage. It was a different boat ride then I was use to we power boated across the lake with no lights, because Jim said it was easier to see that way, which is strangely true. Once at the camp Jim gave us a quick tour of how to use the bathrooms here at camp, and where we were sleeping in the lodge that night, by 3am we were finally ready for bed.