Pipes Explode, Flies Invade

It happened in the morning. I was rushing around to get breakfast on the table and bagged lunches made. Every time I opened the “Staff Only” door that led downstairs, I got a whiff of what smelled like Parmesan cheese, but not in a good way. It was sour. The smell of rot. I ignored it until around 10 AM, when all the guests left and I stood at the top of the basement stairs, sniffing, puzzled.

It occurred to me, what room am I standing above? The laundry room. I went downstairs, pulled back the curtain, and before even turning on the light, I took a step and my foot slid on something slimy. The odor was pungent. Oh no, I thought. What am I about to see when I turn on the light?

Vomit. Or what looked like vomit. Everywhere. The washer machine, covered. The drier door left open, vomit pooled inside. It was splattered on sheets and towels, all over the floor. Did someone seriously vomit down here and not say anything? But no, that wasn’t it. It was too much for one person. There was also grey water all over the floor, three inches deep in the far right corner. I called Taylor and he promptly diagnosed the pipes from the dishwasher burst.

Our manager had left that morning to take a day off, so we called in our maintenance guy, Finn, who was out grooming trails. He checked out the scene and turns out the pipes didn’t burst, but the air valve connected to the dishwasher drainage pipe was densely clogged with food particle build up, the pressure so intense the pipe popped off. I can’t even describe how nasty the scene was, and I felt bad for Finn who used a stick to unclog the pipe, pushing out a solid block of rotting food sludge from who knows how many years of build up.

That wasn’t the only problem of the day, although the second one seemed minuscule in comparison. Ever since the warm front, temperature this week over forty degrees, cluster flies hatched in a couple guest cabins. The worst cabin was Green Drake, who has had an intermittent fly problem all season. (We plan to hire an exterminator, but for now we deal.) Flies hatched by the dozens, the entire window in Green Drake was black and buzzing with flies. I guess I’ve never met a smart fly, but cluster flies are particularly dumb. I’ve had a cluster fly land on the rim of my water glass, and I was able to bring it to my mouth and blow on it without it moving. I’ve picked up a cluster fly by the wing just because I could. Since they are so slow they are easy to swat, and within minutes in Green Drake, without even taking aim – really, a blind person could have done it – but just swatting like crazy at the hoards of flies, I had a pile of fifty at my feet. It’s the second time they hatched like that this week, the first time Taylor claimed to have killed two hundred. For people with no access to video games, I guess fly swatting is like the video game of Lyford.

Some days I’m in a bad mood for no real reason, and other days I’m in a surprisingly good mood when everything is going to shit. Today was the ladder. As a crew, we managed to find humor in our problems, and the guests didn’t know a thing (we lit incense in the lodge to cover the vomit smell). Still, though, as I laugh through the daily disturbances, I can’t help but feel a darker truth lurking behind these broken pipes, these hatching flies, these strange warm days. I know people say that climate change isn’t the same as daily weather, but every day it’s as though I feel the change – the damage –  as it affects my job. The weather is getting warmer, and what we used to call rare environmental catastrophes are becoming less rare. Floods, fires, extreme weather at odd times of the year, ice melting, seas rising, we see it on TV and feel it in real life. It makes me fear the future. It’s said that by 2025, there will be no New England ski mountain south of Maine that won’t have to make it’s own snow.

It’s forty two degrees outside right now in the 100 Mile Wilderness. I’m writing this in the office, looking out the window at Green Drake cabin, the woods behind it, the blue sky. A few years ago, living in a city, I would have been thrilled with a day like today. Not anymore. The sun is shining, reflecting off the ice so brightly it’s blinding. The constant melt and freeze has led to a build up of ice around Lyford, slippery and dangerous. Our snow mobiles are overheating and difficult to drive in these conditions. I want to be able to work in the healthy, beautiful outdoors for a long time. Lately it feels as though there’s an ever encroaching expiration date.


***These opinions are my own and do not represent AMC***

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