Ranger Sarah in a pickle suit once again!
I’m also back to cooking for myself, baking fresh bread, and being allowed to have a beer after work whenever I darn well please. I’m at least as excited about all of these things as I am about the work.
Now I have to figure out some ways to make year #4 new and interesting.
All in all, the year of 22 was a good one. Huzzah!
33 years ago Mount St. Helens busted her gut, and in two weeks I get to go back to getting paid to tell everyone how amazing it was!
Add glad as I will be to get out of here in two weeks, some days I do have a pretty awesome job.
Oh hey, guys! This is where I live these days!
(And working 15-hour days with no breaks and going crazy and stressing the hell out but I only have three weeks left and I’m trying to ignore all that and soak up the awesomeness of the desert before I make like a tree and get the hell out of here and go back to the mountains where there are actually real trees, not sad splintery excuses for them.)
I need to go to sleep now.
The world is strange.
My home for the evening.
Took a solo trip today to Newberry National Volcanic Monument, and when I asked about good dispersed camping spots, the ranger told me about the frequent cougar sightings in the area. So yes, I’m being a pansy and sleeping in the car.
Adventures that culminated in my friend driving away with his camera before giving me the pictures from the trip… or else I would share some.
Suffice it to say that there’s some really sweet geology around this area.