Man's Spa IV - back to its roots

Not since the flip flop of the New Coke has there been such a dramatic branding and marketing about face!

The people have spoken and SPArtan weekend is reverting to it's original moniker as "Man's Spa", reclaiming it's proper title.  I tried to get Canadian Tire to sponsor the event but they couldn't afford us and instead they blew their modest budget on naming rights for a suburban hockey rink. Too bad for them.

Billy was back, joining Pat, Tim, Al, Johnny and me for round four. In a clever move, Billy had us sign an oath of secrecy for eternity.   I'm not sure how long that is so I waited a couple of months before posting this just to be safe. If I just broke the oath, oops, sorry about that.  It was an accident but seeing as it's already broken, I might as well just carry on blabbing.

Imagine, if you can, musical icons Johnny Cash, Neil Young and Bob Marley entertaining Man's Spa attendees around a roaring fall campfire in the Upper Gatineau.  Have you got that image in your head now?  Well, that's nothing like what happened at this year's Man's Spa, although we did do our best to pay tribute to them with some of their best (and most difficult) tunes. Thanks for the music Tim.

Every year at Man's Spa Johnny takes a Sunday morning plunge off the dock to wake himself up and refresh. For the first time, he wasn't the only nut to brave the chilling waters as 4 of 5 made a splash. Then we had to fight for the hammock.  Next year it's BYOH.

Oh Johnny, before I forget, please remember to thank your sister for the pillow.

And finally, RIP hawks.

Next year we'll gather again, during the harvest to keep the ring of fire burning with no woman.

Thanks for coming!

 

 

Want to feel like a million bucks?

Feel like a million bucks? You don't hear that expression very much anymore. Perhaps it's the inflationary effect that makes it less impressive than it was originally. Or perhaps its the move to electronic banking that makes a million bucks seem antiquated.

But that's how you can feel if you plunge into the lake on the record breaking late date of October 12th.  That's how I felt anyway.  Barb said she just felt cold. She actually tried to swim out for a bit. She realized that wasn't a good move and got back to the dock. The water temperature was shocking and that shock stimulates everything into overdrive, as blood rushes and flushes out the organs. The extremely relaxing effect of a cold water plunge leaves you sleepy and content, like a million bucks! Perfect preparation for the hammock. You may have noticed that Barb's hammock is getting a lot of mention on this blog. I assure you it's well deserved.