AmeriCorps 2020: The advantage of having a brain
The other, larger problem was that using rock bars required communication, planning, and finesse. Clay and I weren’t good at any of those things.
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AmeriCorps 2020: Field Trip
After I’d finished backslapping one section of trail, though, Jo had an idea. For those of you who haven’t read every post in this series (heathens), Jo was a figure of singular terror. Thus, any idea she had was likely to be laced with malice.
AmeriCorps 2020: The big wigs
August 19, 2020 was weird from the beginning. The trail we were building was obviously closed, with barricades at either end. Keeping people off the budding trail was important, because if someone were to walk by and get hit in the head with a pick axe, then we’d lose valuable time cleaning up the blood and hiding the body.
AmeriCorps 2020: The end is nigh
As I indicated in my last post, August 13, 2020 was rough. I spent the whole morning sitting in wildfire smoke, and then felt terrible for the rest of the day. August 17 was better, except that one of our crew leaders, Bonesteel, said that we might have as little as two weeks left…
AmeriCorps 2020: Smokescreen
When I arose on August 13, 2020, something had changed. While the morning air at the Joder homestead usually had a slight chill to it, today it was downright cold. But there was another change in the air that would prove to be more significant.
AmeriCorps 2020: The return of the COVID
In case anyone’s forgotten, we had a bit of a pandemic in 2020. As I’ve said before, though, my fellow AmeriCorps members and I were strangely isolated from the COVID chaos. However, there were a few days when we felt the effects of the pandemic more strongly, and August 12, 2020 was one of them.
AmeriCorps 2020: The cows never came home
My first day back to “service” was boring, so I’m not going to write about it. Instead, I’m going to write about a serious problem I had on the following day, August 11, 2020, when the cows never came home.
AmeriCorps 2020: An unexpected visitor
One thing I’ve noticed is that when camping, I always seem to wake up with the sun. The same thing happened on the final day of my camping trip with my friend Mark, which turned out to be quite fortunate.
The Jaguar 