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One Month In…

Stunning how fast time can fly when you live in a tent in the middle of the Utah desert 6 days a week. Turns out the one day a week in Vernal at the hotel is PLENTY. Shit in a real toilet, shower off the grime, do laundry, sleep in a bed, then get the fuck out of dodge and back to the hills. Beats hanging with the hordes of young girls/women with hordes of fucking twat rats the average Mormon town is infested with. Not to mention fat dudes in jacked up trucks, many fat dudes in jacked up trucks.

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There is no end to the beauty here. Well, Vernal is a shithole, but I mean out of town.

We end up going for hikes almost every day after work for 2-4 hours exploring the endless massive landscape, get back, and exchange notes on what we saw. We hike solo, get plenty of each other sitting in a truck 8-9 hours a day. A side benefit of all this hiking at 6500-7000 feet is developing wicked endurance. Combined with a Primal/Paleo diet and intermittent fasting (16 hours a day) I’ve dropped 15 pounds without even trying. Between that and the hair, gonna look much different when I get back home.

It’s about time to relocate camp again, need better access to the work we’re doing and the current area is almost hiked out. The new area is primarily PJ (Pinyon/Juniper) forest and promises great exploring. And cougars. And bears. It’s always a hoot getting back into the food chain.

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See what I mean?

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Things have settled down concerning the severe homesickness felt upon heading out to here. Having been so long since I’d last had a proper home it was hard to leave it knowing I’d be gone for so long. Now, I’m in the groove and am pushing the tempo to hit my target of celebrating the 4th of July with friends in Portland. Time will tell.

On days that hiking doesn’t sound good it’s been sitting in the camp chair and reading or staring at shit listening to podcasts, but a new activity can be pursued: Archery. Got myself a Diamond Carbon Cure compound bow and all the associated goodies for a steal and flick 25-30 arrows a night to get the skills buffed up. Next year the skills should be ready to try for deer and elk.

The transition from fire fighting to this work has been fairly smooth, many of the skills translate, but the compensation and work conditions are far superior. The allowance of freedom is so wide it’s been an adjustment. Basically, I was given $100k worth of shit, a credit card, and a human I picked, and told to have a good time, get it done. Being allergic to authority and control freaks, this is a match made in heaven. Thankfully, projects this long will be rare, once every few years, but I’ll still get to travel on the company dime every summer for a few weeks here and there from Alaska to Oklahoma.

Which is all a way to say that at 47, I’ve finally found what, for me, is the perfect gig. Good pay and bennies, a great deal of freedom and most importantly lots of room to grow and apply my broad and eclectic range of skills.

Time to take advantage of this hotel room.

 

Tomorrow, back to this:IMG_20180408_193144529_HDR.jpg

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Desert, Dinos and Dirt

Fantasy Canyon

Fantasy Canyon formation

After finally getting myself the long illusory setup of a cozy home base from which to explore, I find myself pulled from it for yet another summer away from friends, family and familiarity. It’s a “same first letter triplets” kind of post, folks. Yup, got me a real job and all that and still have field season, this year in Utah for 3-4 months then up to Ketchikan, AK for a month or so after that.

The land we’re collecting data on is the dead middle of fucking nowhere Utah, where the Northern Ute got told to fuck off to after getting the boot off their ancestral land in the Salt Lake and Provo basin areas. Needed to build temples and too wide straight roads I guess.

Currently I’m in Vernal, UT, dirty little backwards shithole that it is. I can see 3 Moron, ahem, Mormon churches from the hotel. Thankfully, town is a once a week thing for a day off and groceries, the rest of the time is spent camping near the Green river, made famous by both John Wesley Powell and Edward Abbey.

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Evening boot about near camp

Having already seen some amazing sites, many spectacular desert destinations await exploration, and I’m getting paid to camp with a new trailer, for cooking and storage, I’m in a sweet tent, and roam around with a former co-worker from Apple I hired to work with me at this gig

Way better than in fire, but this has got to be the last summer of disappearance. I don’t mind a month or so here and there, but 4-6 months is a fucking haul. It’s been weird adjusting to having my own place after so long in some form of shared housing, love it, almost to a fault. The social life slowly builds, but will go on hiatus til the fall. That fact was what made it not hard to just do my own thing most of the time here, I hung with friends, but didn’t dive deep into building up a tribe seeing I’d be heading out soon.

The goal is to make the best of the situation, explore my ass off and see what can be gained from the experience. I’ve already advised the boss that next year a week or 2 here and there will be good, but no more disappearing for a season, done with that.

A former GF told me it was much harder on the one left behind than the leaver, was quite adamant about it and refused to hear argument on the topic. Now that I have the floor, I shall disagree. Yes, it is hard, I’ve been in the shoes of the one left behind, but at least your entire world isn’t disrupted by the event.

There is still YOUR home, friends, stores, hangouts, town/city, schedule, it all stays the same and provides what it always has without disruption. There is no need to try and reinvent a temporary version of your entire life in some random place every summer that may or may not suit you. Camping 6 days a week is a little rough, but Vernal is such a miserably generic cracker assed small western town that 1 day a week is plenty.

That being said, the best shall be made of the situation as the option is unpleasant. I’ve tried both routes and the effort put into self care, reaching out to friends and straight up bucking the fuck up always pays off for the better.

We shall see…

Meanwhile, here is another stunning desert photo:

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Standard Desert amazeballs