LIFE OF A LOST VALLEY RANCH TOWEL

The towels arrive in their Sysco boxes ecstatic for their new life at JVL.
After unpacking they have their virgin journey to one of the 24 cabins to assist the guests in their drying.
The towels quickly become adjusted to life on the ranch as day after day they get shuttled in Mona from the Comm to the Cabins and back again.
The learn to have a great appreciation for the cabin girl's hard work of bathing them and folding them into perfect thirds to be ready for the next guests.
As they wait on the shelves, soak up water, and scrub guest's faces they slowly start to lost their shine. Holes, tears, bleach stains, and fraying ends mark the oldest most experienced towels.
Eventually those wise old towels get branded with a black "S." Marking them as insignificant and they get shafted to the Staff.
The Staff for some unknown reason do NOT give the towels baths as often as the cabin girl's did. The unlucky "S" towels that get stuck in the abyss of the Upper Bunkhouse with the wranglers miraciously turn from pink to manure brown in a matter of days.
This becomes to much for those old worn out towels and they are rescued by those loving cabin girls who shred them into handy dandy cabin girl rags.
Those rags are then used for cleaning toilets, sinks, tubs, floors, light fixtures, windowsills, lamps, tables, hide-a-beds, baseboards, walls, shelves, drawers, mirrors, and your occasional spiderweb.
The life of a Lost Valley Ranch Towel is long and hard but appreciated by any cabin girl who's ever hung out the door of Mona.


-written by Hannah J and Leslie U