Summer seems to be the season of perpetual crisis at work and it is beginning to make it my least favorite season.
Summer at work starts with bringing all the seasonal employees on and training them. Hoping they have enough common sense to not get themselves injured or killed in the backcountry, or driving, or running a chainsaw or clearing a trail or any of the other tasks we require of them.
June flew by with seasonal employee orientation, chain saw school, fire school, packing the trail crew into Woodenshoe Canyon, fixing water systems destroyed by avalanches, clearing trails, finishing Environmental Analysis for projects, working with the County and local OHV groups to mark some new OHV trails, working with local environmental groups to close illegal OHV routes, heading north for the Nackos reunion, driving the kids north for the Murdock cousin camp, taking the scouts to Scout Camp and administering the permit for Scout Camp, dealing with angry people who think their favorite trails should be the first ones we clear, meeting with Senator Bennets staff on the potential wilderness bill for San Juan County (now dead thanks to Utah's crazy primary elections which seem to be simply about who can be further to the right), working with the contractor building the new Buckeye Campground, explaining to the locals why Buckeye Reservoir is closed for the summer, inventorying hazard trees at the campgrounds, working on our new Motor Vehicle Use map, going to the weekly Farmer Market for goat cheese and getting our for some kayaking, hiking and canyoneering on the weekends and after work.
Summer in Moab generally consists of going to where the water is or heading as high as possible to escape the heat. The Europeans seem to not realize that summers are hot here as the town is full of them which makes every trip to the grocery store a multi-cultural experience
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