This week we flagged the berms. First, we lied to a bunch of people who work inside and told them it would be fun. Then we took them far, far away from the elevated station and made them drill holes into the snow, and then stick a flag into it. We did not tell them they would have to do this literally hundreds of times, or that they would have to listen to me endlessly quoting Eddie Izzard.
“We stole countries with the cunning use of flags. Just sail around the world and stick a flag in. “I claim India for Britain!” They’re going “You can’t claim us, we live here! Five hundred million of us!” “Do you have a flag …? “What? We don’t need a flag, this is our home, you bastards” “No flag, No Country, You can’t have one! Those are the rules… that I just made up!…”
Each crew had their own rythym. Some took turns drilling while one person drove the snowmobile ahead. Sven the Outrageous Swede didn’t even get off of the snowmobile. He just drove along and leaned over drilling holes and then pulled forward so Carlos could drop a flag.
I boosted morale with my constant Eddie Izzard quotes. It really helped – even though Robert kept saying, “Who is Eddie Izzard?”
I may have forgot to mention- the berms are shelves of snow we use for storage. Once the sun sets and the snow starts to drift -it will be impossible to see where the berm ends and the ground begins. So, we flag each side of the berm so the heavy equipment operators won’t drive into,onto, or through a berm. Each berm is a couple hundred feet long and about 4 feet high.