tree planting in British Columbia
you’re now reading the short story about the dark and exciting sides of a job below the radar of society – welcome to the bush!
some parts of the story told here could be made up, nothing is meant to be serious and fully true, but everything is the truth and it actually happened – know what I mean? we respect the integrity and privacy of everyone mentioned in the following posts, so names of people and places are changed, the rest is history.
we’re blasting down the dirt road, our crew boss Pete has already blown three tires this early spring season, but we have to reach the block. time is money here in the wilderness, maybe even more than elsewhere – and we try to beat time with speed.
I’m sitting in the back of a powerful F350-truck, remembering last night – and how a bunch of cocaine accelerated us into the night – while rocks are hitting the underbelly of the car – I feel like vomiting.
getting from camp to work is like a roller coaster ride into a dark, wet, cold world the sun eventually turns into burning hell.
I’m tired and sore, but hungry and ready to play the game. a game about reaching higher levels, choosing weapons and killing the end-boss, that’s waiting for you each day down in the depths of your soul.
the sky is dark, it’s 7:15 in the morning and a grizzly bear is blocking off the access road to the block:
it’s gonna be a day!
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