|Opening day kind of made us sad since|
we had to let other people into our wilderness paradise.
We are really getting a kick out of our work camping experience. The deal is we work 30 hours a week (for the two of us) with four days on and four days off. When I told my 90-year old Grandma that I was going back to “work” she exclaimed, “You are going to work and are not getting paid…what kind of job is that?” Now this is coming from a woman who was widowed young with five kids and worked well into her 80’s – she is no stranger to hard work. When I explained that we are working for in-kind payment in the form of our campsite and hookups, she seemed to approve.
|On our way to clean up a "mini camp" we found more |
work that needed to be done in the form of removing an obstacle.
Our days on are filled with virtually mindless, nonstressful tasks that run the gamut from trail maintenance, checking campsites for occupancy, cleaning fire pits, litter pickup, refurbishing horseshoe pits, cleaning restrooms, raking leaves, and whatever else we see that needs to be done. There is total freedom as to what we do and when we do it. Our hours pass by quickly and we frequently laugh at how nice it is to leave work with no stress or responsibility on our shoulders. (Sorry to say that for all of you who are reading this at your desk.) This job is certainly not going to add any more gray hairs to my head.
|The reservoir has 80 "mini camps" available for primitive camping. This one we could drive|
to so we set out to clean up the trash and fire pit. Not a bad office!
So far the campers have been respectful and no trouble. Well, except for the guy who parked his truck where he was not supposed to and the turkey hunters who were target shooting across the hiking trail. But these minor infractions are not like the horror stories from years past when a hunter killed a deer and dressed it out in the bathroom…or the man who threatened to shoot his drunk neighbor because he didn't like where he parked…or the two guys that stole the self check-in lock boxes for the pittance of money that was in it.
|Betsy did a terrific job blowing leaves and dirt from the roads. Hope the campers appreciate her hard work!|
|Raising the flags at the entrance station - Betsy's soon-to-be new office.|
|Cleaning the kiosks while sporting my red Army Corp hoody.|
|Betsy attending a staff meeting with Ranger Brittney (in the green) and Chuck and Linda (the other work campers).|
Now this is our kind of staff meeting!