Estrella Head Count

[Edric]

I think it is time to start getting a head count of who is camping
with us at Estrella. Also, we need to make arrangements for where we
are going to camp.

So, who is going? What is the word about camping with Twin Moons?
Does anybody have a better idea?

- Dave

[Simon]

Simon, Paul and Cate are not going to camp this year. I may show up
and make a cameo for an evening but I will have to see how my finacial
situation looks between now and then.
-Simon

Omnia illa et ante fiebant
Omnia illa et rusus fient.
Ita dicimus omnes.

[Clinton Baker]

I am planning on it.  I believe Kim will accompany me, as well.

clint

[Ryan Klems]

Barring anything unusual, Dawn and I will be there, breaking in the
pavilion she is making.

Sent from my iPhone

[Shonna]

Me, Aidan and Kyle;

but we will be camping with another Baroney.

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Subject: Re: Estrella Head Count

[Mac McCallum]

Kristin and I are firmly in the definite maybe category.  I'm probably more definite than maybe, and Kristin is probably more maybe than definite.

-qualified mac.

> Date: Tue, 6 Oct 2009 13:32:19 -0700
> Subject: Estrella Head Count
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[Gabe]

Same as Simon, I will try and make an appearance, but won't be camping.

Gabe

[Brian Pickart]

I'm sure many of you remember Owain Phyfe, the wandering bard who has graced our camp with the song A Health to the Company which was so befitting to the toast.  In fact, one year, if you may remember, we caught him next door and talked him into the camp right after the toast.  Well I was shuffling through I tunes and the song came up.  I did a quick search of the lyrics and found several more verses.

 

Kind friends and companions, come join me in rhyme
Come lift up your voices in chorus with mine
Let us drink and be merry, all grief to refrain
For we may and might never all meet here again

 

    Here's a health to the company and one to my lass
    Let us drink and be merry all out of one glass
    Let us drink and be merry, all grief to refrain
    For we may and might never all meet here again

 

Here's a health to the dear lass that I love so well
Her style and her beauty, sure none can excel
There's a smile upon her countenance as she sits on my knee
Sure there's no one in in this wide world as happy as we

 

Our ship lies at harbor, she's ready to dock
I hope she's safe landed without any shock
If ever we should meet again by land or by sea
I will always remember your kindness to me

 

I have read the old proverb, I have read it so true
My love she's as far as the bright morning dew
I have read the old proverb, I suppose so have you
So good friends and companions I bid you adieu.

 

My footsteps may falter my wit, it may fail
My course may be challenged by November gale
E'er fortune shall prove to be friend or be foe
You will always be with me wherever I go.

 

 

 

Come all my old comrades, once more let us join
And raise your sweet voices in chorus with mine
Let us drink and be merry, from sorrow refrain
For we may and may never meet all here again

 

The time's fast approaching that I must away
I bid you adieu for many's the long day
With you, my dear comrades, so happy we've been here
But away to Virginia my course I must steer

 

May Heaven protect us with a prosperous gale
And be our safeguard while we are under sail
Lead us safe to the harbor across the proud wave
We will trust to His mercy who can sink or can save

 

Ye hills and low valleys of Donside, farewell
For if ever I return there is none here can tell
Farewell to your lasses of every degree
Long in vain will I wish for your sweet company

 

Farewell to the jewel, to you I love best
For you and your beauty excels all the rest
But if you prove constant as constant can be
Wherever I go, love, my heart is with thee

 

Many hearts will be happy, but mine will be sad
When I think on the joys that me and my love had
When I mind on the time that you sat on my knee
There was none in this world more happy than we

 

Farewell to my joys, they are gone for awhile
Cold winter's away and hte sweet summer smiles
I have heard an old proverb, found it to be true
That true love is better than gold from Peru

 

Come all my dear comrades, let's drink up our glass
Each lad drink a health to his darling sweet lass
Drink a health to each lover whose sweetheart is true
Here's a health, peace, and plenty, so farewell and adieu!

 

-Benedikt