I believe the place we worked at yesterday was called
Skeeboggan, an area of Thompson Park. We
returned there today and continued where we left off. I took up the chainsaw and fell two hazardous
trees, bucked up another four that were already on the ground, and moved all of
the debris off the trail-to-be. I opened
up a path 6 feet wide through a jack straw so we will have to see if that is
good enough for Jocelyn when she pays us a visit tomorrow. Hopefully it is as I was making it rain wood
chips! Will be more than happy to alter
the route if need be though. Life is
good. I spent the last half hour just
sitting on the porch watching the leaves dance in the wind. For a time I was fearful that my time in
AmeriCorps had ruined the outdoors for me, instilling fears of all manner of
things and suffering a number of maladies from insect and plant alike, but this
trip back to Montana is proof that I have not lost my fascination or my
admiration of nature. To think in just a
month this grand adventure will be coming to a close… it boggles the mind—my
mind anyways.
Well I’m off—off to do what I cannot say, but I feel the need
to move. Good night all!
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