Why are stringed instruments so awesome? Clare was perched up on a rock yesterday
fiddling away and it felt natural—a fitting soundtrack for Montana. If I broke out a flute here it just wouldn’t
have the same effect. Maybe my
instrument fits perfectly in another environment.
This week my team is being sent out to Vigilante to tune up
some trails. As nothing can be too easy
round these here parts we had to hike 1 ½ to 2 miles just to get to our
trail. Upon finding the trail marker we
discovered that the trail has not been maintained in years. We needed to cut out a corridor 6ft wide and
10ft tall and Mother Nature was generous enough to provide us a 2ft by 4ft
start.
Fortunately the trail held up a bit better under the shade of
older trees as we progressed, but there were other obstacles. Dathan was moving a log off of the path when
he had a sudden piercing pain in his head.
Ants bite around here so that was the immediate suspect at our elevation,
but then I heard the unmistakable sound of bees—lots of them. I relayed my discovery to my team and Dathan
backed away just in time before the slumbering hive roused the rest of its
defenders.
Another tricky obstacle was the open plains. There was no tread to follow so we needed to
keep our eyes open for blazers and cairns.
The vegetation was so tall in the fields that it was difficult tracking
down the piles of rocks—but with 3 of us spread out we were able to maximize
our efficiency on getting through the trail.
The path was too vast for us to tackle in a single day due to
around 30 trees having fallen and we had but a crosscut to combat them. The important thing is we now have the whole
trail mapped and will return with a chainsaw tomorrow to finish what we
started.
Good night friends!
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