Summer
Though often difficult, I think this was one of my favorite summers in memory. I spent it on the Ute Mountain Ute Reservation, a place as far southwest as you can go in Colorado without ending up in Arizona or New Mexico. About twenty five of us camped deep (28 or so miles from the nearest paved road). At the first orientation I'd given my card to the Professors wife and chatted a little about food, and at the last moment both the cook and the back up cook became unavailable- and she told her husband they ought to hire me. Since i'd been concerned about what it would be like to have to eat another person cooking for eight weeks, I jumped at the chance. The kitchen began with simply one huge propane grill (two tanks and a very fair amount of space) There was a very nice conglomeration of cooking equipment though very chaotic. It was terrifying, the first meal was an attempt to guess how to guess how much each person would need while being careful not to make left overs since there wasn't a place to store it. I'd not had time to plan out even a few menu items so when it came time to write out the shopping list I just imagined what about thirty servings of chicken cacciatore would look like. It nearly turned into a complete catastrophe, the dissipation of heat made it nearly impossible and as time ticked away it was only through countless re-strategies that dinner worked out at all. It's fair to say that each day proved a similar adventure.
Along with camping and cooking, I spent my weekdays interning inside the environmental department and often on the weekends I began to become acquainted with the camping out around the western side of the rocky mountains... returning to living in the city was pretty hard at first... The city is nice because it has some good people, but after that it's hard to say it's all that cool.
Today was good, a friend brought me a cactus to keep me company while I heal, and my little brother hung out and we got some food and played cards.
-no worries
Along with camping and cooking, I spent my weekdays interning inside the environmental department and often on the weekends I began to become acquainted with the camping out around the western side of the rocky mountains... returning to living in the city was pretty hard at first... The city is nice because it has some good people, but after that it's hard to say it's all that cool.
Today was good, a friend brought me a cactus to keep me company while I heal, and my little brother hung out and we got some food and played cards.
-no worries