(Deadhorse Camp is the yellow building on the right)
Tomorrow, I’m heading up to Deadhorse, a greasy, steely working camp near the oil fields and Arctic Ocean, for a couple weeks. The guy who runs both Coldfoot Camp and Deadhorse Camp is short on a cleaner/dishwasher up there because someone recently quit.
Because I’m the only person in Coldfoot who’s technically unemployed, and because I want to do him a favor for providing me with room and board this summer, but also because I’m eager to put away a little cash, I agreed to fill in.
So tonight I’ll pack my bags: clothes, computer and a 12-pack of Pabst (surely not enough to get me through two weeks, but I’m not going in unarmed), and tomorrow morning, I take off.