!! In the quiet hours of the bootcamp grind, I found myself: Esteban's Bootcamp Experience

B.E.L. Post # 174

This morning began with Melissa and I venturing into the shop, gathering the tools of our trade like travelers preparing for a quest. With our treasures in hand, we made our way toward the Abbey beneath the watchful sky.

Upon arrival, our paths divided with purpose. I sent Melissa forth to bring life to the thirsty berms and young baby trees, her work flowing like a gentle blessing across the landscape. Meanwhile, I remained at the Abbey’s front entrance, where timber and determination awaited.

Junkpole by junkpole, measure by measure, the entrance slowly revealed its form. What had once been scattered pieces became something more deliberate, more whole. By the day’s grace, I was able to completely frame an entire panel — another piece of the Abbey’s story firmly set into place.

After lunch, the tale continued with JR joining the adventure. Together we returned to the Abbey, this time turning our attention to the backdoor. Hammers rang and hands stayed busy as we worked in steady rhythm. Though the task still holds chapters yet unwritten, we made quite a bit of progress, leaving the Abbey a little stronger and our spirits pleasantly worn from honest labor.

Another good day in the realm of boots and builders, where every board and beam whispers of the shelter slowly coming to life.