MOOSE HEAD COLLISONS

It's been almost a week since I've posted. I'm sorry.
I've worked 10-12 hour days all week getting ready for our first guests and then dealing with the guests.
Our first group of guests where a group of single American born Chinese who arrived on Valentine's Day and leave tomorrow morning. They started arriving about 2pm on Thursday. All week it was gorgeous clear skies with temps in the 40s until Thursday morning when it starts snowing and about a foot of snow is expected to snow by noon. Problem. The ranch is in the middle of nowhere, down a one lane dirt road clinging to cliffs. Meaning no plows or anything besides a 4-wheel vehicle will be able to get down the last 9mi. of road to us. So at 5:30am everyone was up. All the boys out shoveling (if guests slip and break anything they can sue us for everything we have) and all the girls are running around cooking breakfast (the kitchen guys are out shoveling) and running last minute needs/making beds (I made about 50 beds that day). Everyone got 15 min meal breaks and then we were was back to running around like a chicken with our heads cut off. To get the 85+ guests down those last 9mi. we used ranch vehiles to shuttle them it. Which just pulled staff away from helping get ready. I spent all day driving Mona with Hannah, going to all 24 cabins with a clipboard stuffed full of needs for each cabin and trying not to fall on our butts. It was INSANE. All the staff have walkie-talkies and I don't think there was a moment of silence over the air the whole day. But we did. By the time guests started arriving everything looked normal. (At least until the heater broke in Cripple Creek Cabin at midnight and Mike, the head maintenance guy, who'd already worked 19 hrs straight, had to go fix it)

It's odd having guests finally. Everyone's now on their best behavior and the staff room is a revolving door now instead of a lounge.

On Friday I finally got a little more then an hour off before dinner and I went on a run. Stupid altitude sucking all the oxygen out of the air. I ran past Peter and Tony taking out a ride of guests. I pasted them on my way back also and Tony started following me and one of the ladies riding started freaking out and saying, "The horse! The horse! Don't let it kick her!" It was highly amusing considering Tony is the last person in the whole world that a horse would get out of control for PLUS he was riding Sweety who lives up to her name. Tony was only joking, like always.

Square Dance that night. and guess who got hurt? Yep. Me. I got a concussion. Yes, go ahead and laugh. I got a concussion at a square dance. How? Well, there's this thing called a "rip and snort" where you dive across the square and under the arms of the couple across from you. I was across the square from one of the kitchen guys named Moose (that's his nickname, don't worry.) Moose is BIG. Like my coach Mike BIG. A good 6'4" with about 250 lbs on him. and for some reason when "rip and snort" was called Moose decides he's going to dive under my arm but I'm diving under his arm at the same time. and crash head collision. Moose doesn't even blink but I get sent reeling backwards. It was bad. My headache progressed all night and I threw up during the night and I was my stupid self and got up and worked this morning. Needless to say that wasn't great. My balance was awful (and it was icy) and I couldn't really focus on words or anything. bad bad bad.
I'm my stupid self and keep telling Jenn Ham, my boss, that I'm fine and I'm not going to over do it. But of course do I know my limits? Ha.

J Ham marched me back to my room at lunch, and her and Hannah tucked me in. and I zonked out. I slept for about four hours straight of probably the deepest sleep possible while still being conscience. I woke up feeling about 85% better. I can now balance and focus my eyes. But my headache is still this dull ache. yuck.