If this topic appears twice, I dunno what happened, but it went all funny on me...
Anyway, to start off:
We boarded a turbo-otter in Hearst, which brought us and our numerous supplies to the camp. The guys who had built the camp did a good job on the dock. (I'm the one by the open doors.)
A lot of the drilling stuff was already there, even though the drillers (diamond drillers) weren't yet. Note: Diamond drills are called so because their bits are tipped with diamonds to bite through hard rock, even at several thousand foot depths, not because they drill for diamonds.
And our ride left.
The camp wasn't too bad. It was on what seemed to be the only piece of dry land this side of the lake.
It came with a 5-star restaurant.
And 5-star accommodations.
And a wonderful spa.
Of course, with it's own efficient and environmentally friendly electricity facility.
And no camp would be complete without an internet connection.
So that was that. We did a bit of clearing and what have you and went to bed.
The chopper made it's appearance a day later.
Comrade K wrote:The camp from the air.
One way to get to the fishin' hole...
Didn't catch any though.
Slinging some barrels of jet fuel for the helicopter.
And the chopper blew my hat off.