Hunter Walking Trails

Hunting began a few days ago and the Chippewa Forest has trails that they maintain for hunters to travel on.  Don’t think of the trails that lead to scenic vistas or mighty waterfalls as the trails here are strictly functional.  Minnesota has relatively flat terrain and in the interior that’s quite noticeable.  There’s hardly any elevation gain and I’m always surprised when we find something resembling a hill.  Hunter Walking Trails and trail systems that contained a fairly wide path and is mowed in the late summer (mid-August/early September) to encourage grouse and deer movement.  

Karl about to buck up some trees

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Grouse are the main targets off of these hunting trails although there are folks who bear bait as well off of them.  They’re closed to motorized vehicles unless you happen to be a Forest Service employee.  For the last two weeks I’ve been working with various people such as Karl of fire, Jerry of recreation, or Corey my supervisor in clearing the trails of downed trees so that they can be mowed.  

Corey prepping for some sawing

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It started off with Karl and I riding along in the UTV patrolling the trails as we were the only ones available to start clearing.  Karl was the sawyer and I, as his swamper, removed the cut pieces from the trails.  The Carter Lake Trail System was cleared in a single day.  Later that week I cleared one side of the Meadow Lake Trail System with Jerry while Sarah and Karl took care of the Eastern half.  This week Corey and I rode separate ATVs to handle the Tower Lake Trail System while Karl and Lee cleared Webster Lake’s on the UTV.  

I got to ride this bad boy!

I gotta say that it was a strange realization that I got paid to ride around on an ATV or UTV.  The first time I ever rode one was back in Washington in a rustic town named Curlew that my friend Mack grew up in.  Lemme tell you, riding around in the mountains can be terrifying while comparatively, riding here in Minnesota can be considered relaxing.  Except for the fact that you need to watch out for swamps.  There was a near miss or two earlier in the season with stocking surveys.  

While we clear the trails of downed trees, two other folks work on mowing.  For this part of the process we have the Bobcat and an ASV which both have huge mower attachments.  These are shared between all three ranger districts (Blackduck, Deer River, Walker) and well- let’s just say the ASV has seen better days.  The Bobcat which is kept at the Supervisor Office in Cass Lake is in great shape though.  

Sarah operating the troublesome ASV.

Timber’s been having a hell of a time dealing with damaged trailers and faulty machines (no fault of our own).  We’ve got one more week with the mowers so some of the crew are working today even though Fridays are our days off.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

PB&J’s often don’t fare well.

Bunkhouse Livin’

I’ve been around the block a few times when it comes to communal housing and I never know what to expect.  Group situations can easily be some of the best times of your life (like SCA New Hampshire Corps’ magical cabins) or it could be simply mediocre.  If luck isn’t on your side, it could be straight up awful.  

Currently I’m staying in a government bunkhouse which is conveniently located in the same compound as the office and various shops and garages.  It has the capacity to house 12 seasonal workers in six bedrooms with two beds per room.  The beds have the option of being bunked to create more space but I left mine separate.  

A sleeping bag, flannel/vest pillow, and bed sheet. I’m all set.

This summer we had six folks in the bunkhouse, five men and myself.  Three were Minnesota natives while another was from Illinois and a the fifth a Coloradan.  We all happen to be students at various stages in our college try with most of us graduating this upcoming spring.  I lucked out this year with a seasonals all the chill side and hardly any conflicts to speak of.  Although we all purchased and cooked our own meals, occasionally we would go to the local watering hole, The Pond, or into Bemidji for dinner.  

For entertainment there’s a ridiculous amount of movie watching.  I’m thankful that no one is a huge fan of horror or thrillers since I’m easily spooked.  

The Princess Bride

There’s also a massive amount of fishing which entails a filleting process whenever they boys return from a trip.  Fishing trips normally took place after work during on a weekday so I generally opted out since my bedtime was earlier than most.

Not even close to catch limit.

Art (foreground) is a filleting pro.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

With six seasonals working in different departments, our bedtimes and morning alarms were staggered.  Lets just say the walls in the bunkhouse are excessively thin but I tend to be a heavy sleeper.  The problem was falling asleep in the first place. 

This hallway gets spooky at night when you’re alone.

Communal living is great because you have an automatic social circle (or just as easily, people you don’t get along with).  Asides from random dinners together or trips to the grocery stores, we’ll help celebrate someone’s 21st birthday on a work night.  

We lost count of drinks. Happy birthday, Ben!

Plenty of naps take place in quiet Blackduck.

Zack atop a picnic bench because ticks.

A decent amount of baking as well.

Even saving a kitten left on the highway shoulder!  

The capture and relocation of a woodchuck.  

Root beer keg for what seemed like endless floats.

Lee starting the wild bunkhouse kegger.

The fields across Highway 71 sport magnificent sunsets that my photograph doesn’t do justice.  

 

 

 

It’s just me and Lee now.  My days are numbered and I’ll be leaving Blackduck in less than two weeks.  I haven’t started counting down by days but the day that I bus back down to Minneapolis will be seem like a surprise sure enough.  Things are quieter than they’ve already been, we were never much of a rowdy group.  This season with Jarrod, Art, Ben, Lee, and Zack has been a relaxed one and that’s an interesting way to have experienced my summer.  

Living room

My food cabinet in a state of disarray.

One of two bathrooms.

July hail storm.

My room

Trusty backpack and chacos.

Photo blog: Great Minnesota Get-Together

The USFS was at the Minnesota State Fair on August 22nd to inform the public about the 2014 Capitol Christmas Tree which is coming from the Chippewa.  Talk about killer.  I got to travel down with folks from the office as we spent a couple of days in St. Paul.  At the state fair there were tables set up so that folks could make ornaments for the tree.  The state fair is significantly larger than any in Washington and I must confess that I was overwhelmed.  It’s common knowledge that you can find practically everything and anything on a stick here, most likely deep fried as well.  There were some amazing displays and so much going on.

Again I can’t figure out how to format the photographs to fit together so I apologize for the lack of structure.

Random critters were scattered around Como Park in St. Paul.

Como Park

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Como Park

Como Park

What a building!

My supervisor Lisa in the middle.

State Fair Crew

Sleeping on the ground so they gave me all the pillows…?

Patti informing guest about the USFS.

Sweet youth based program!

Holler at Beltrami.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Way too many people for comfort.

 

Milk samples, of course.

 

Wendy, the woman who keeps the office organized.

 

Structure in the background is the swine building.

 

Biggest boar, 800 pounds.

Holy smokes quilt

Delicious cider! Can’t wait for fall in Washington.

Salmon on a stick??

ALL YOU CAN DRINK MILK FOR A BUCK

Mandatory food on a stick.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There’s something about snail mail

A random box appears!

It’s the excitement of checking your mailbox (or in my case, my desk) every day to see if there’s an envelope addressed with your name waiting. Sealed carefully with prized contents, careful not to rip the whole thing apart, I turn the envelope over a few times.  My heart rate rises as I spy a new object that beckons for attention.

Outdated. Due for extinction. A thing of the past. The postal service has been fighting a losing battle since technology like cell phones and the internet became mainstream but I still check for mail daily. Usually in Washington the only mail I get are hospital bills courtesy of a rugby injury or items from the university. However receiving letters from friends this summer has been a blessing. Living in Blackduck has been tough at times with my social circle only amounting to a handful of people, mainly with the boys who live in the bunkhouse.

I’m terrible at responding to letters in a timely fashion.  I suppose that’s one of the reasons why people are straying from them- our society demands an instant reply to emails, text messages, and the like.   Another reason you might be on the losing end of being my pen-pal is that my thoughts are often in disarray.  If you’ve read any of these blog posts that’s evident.  I’m not eloquent and sometimes my letters are too long or sometimes they’re too short.  Writing was never my strong point but I like to think that these activities are helping.  Corresponding by mail even allows me to vote thanks to Washington’s absentee ballot system.

Do your civic duty. For reals.

Greetings from Coco in Canada!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One of the most amazing things to receive are care packages.  My best friend Emily (we caused mayhem in NH/interned together for SCA) sent a birthday/care package that completely turned around a tick ruined day.

Emily managed to fit a t-shirt in there. Talk about magic.

Kadrina’s gifts

 

Last month Kadrina, a friend who I interned with at One Reel, surprised me with some gifts from Seattle.

 

 

 

 

 

Vienna’s surprise

Today I got back from the field to find a box from Amazon.  Vienna had some snacks and a tin of badger balm sent to me.  Talk about surprises!  The last thing I need in Minnesota is food though as I’m trying to eat what I have without letting any extras go to waste.

Letters are magical though because you never know when you’re going to get them, who you’re going to get them from, and when you just might get one.  However, if you’re not of the snail mail fan club stay in touch via more advanced technology – I lose track of people far too easily.

 

 

The wall’s totally behind…

An update on bunkhouse life- I’ll eventually write a more detailed post on what that’s like.

The fellas from the bunkhouse have been leaving one by one as summer comes to a close.  Jarrod left August 1st while my work partner Zack plans to leave either the evening of the 19th or morning of the 20th.  Zack”ll be heading back to Colorado for his last year of school and has been amazing to work with as well as hang out with in the evenings and weekends. Art and Ben (who were out West for fire duty the last 14+ days) both start school the week of the 25th which will leave just me and Lee in the bunkhouse.

My time in Minnesota is dwindling as I’ll spend about a week in Michigan visiting Emily and a couple of days in Wisconsin before wrapping up my time in the Midwest with one last weekend in Minneapolis.  A last long flight will see me in Seattle on September 22nd.

Despair

A haiku to describe the feeling Zack and I often feel:

Stocking surveys dwell

Mosquitoes and deer flies swarm

Work waits for no one

 

Despair is an emotion that can easily overtake a person.  Stocking surveys are fairly effective at causing despair.  It’s not stocking surveys themselves that are so dreadful but the environment in which we conduct these surveys.  With mosquitoes still in full force, now joined by deer flies, we continue to tread through swamps and wetlands.  We’re in our final push though with less than 25 stands to survey out of the original 110+.  With help from the Linda the silviculturist and Corey the timber supervisor, Zack and I might get away with finishing the project at only 13 stands this week which might be too optimistic.

Zack takes a frog selfie

Selfie take two

 

 

 

 

 

 

Although there are the rare moments of sunshine when we stumble upon a dry stand.  One day we even found one that reminded Zack of Colorado and me of the West with the sparse undergrowth and an actual view atop the even rarer hill.

The Colorado seeming stand. Directly ahead of Zack was a vista

We’re a crazy breed choosing to forego the use of DEET most days.  My hands have heaps of small residual bumps from mosquito bites and the scars left from deer flies ripping off tiny chunks of flesh.  Generally our layers and mosquito nets provide adequete protection but once in awhile I give up and douse myself in the neurotoxin, choosing momentary protection over potential long term health effects.  Zack does the same.  Those are the rough days.

A few of many bites

Running a circle polt

 

 

 

 

 

 

We often work in standing water

 

Rough days are also days like today where Zack and I both only got a few hours of sleep.  I spent what seemed like all night tossing and turning (this hardly happens) and avoided checking the time multiple because that would’ve destroyed me mentally.  On the last snooze it was tempting to just shut it off and keep sleeping.  It seems like my partner in crime had the same issue in his room.  Luckily our groggy morning led into a day taking the YCC crew out to re-mark trees in a sale unit rather than stocking surveys.  We’re planning on knocking out the remaining units this week.  Thursday is bound to be another stocking survey day before what will seem like an endless amount of data entry.  Here’s to timber.

 

 

 

Sarah from recreation lends a hand

A ridiculous amount of thistle grew in this unit

The art of stocking

The last couple of weeks have been busy.  Stocking surveys have largely consumed my life at work.  These surveys are mandated by law for the forest to complete to check on recovery rates.  The Chippewa has always done well in both stocking surveys as well as assisting in the restoration of forests.  Over a million and a half trees are planted each year here!  1.5 million.  1,500,000 baby trees in the ground a year.  We’ve got a pretty darn good survival rate and the Blackduck Ranger District is the proud owner of the tree cooler that houses the trees before transplanting.

Beaver Dam found during a survey

Based on the fun scale with type 1 being fun in the moment, type 2 being fun after the fact, and type 3 never fun- it seems safe to say that stocking surveys are most definitely a type 3 fun.  We keep hoping for a hot and dry streak to kill off some mosquitoes but it’s rained every weekend without fail. Rain often makes an appearance weekday evenings while we sleep.  If nothing else the ticks have slowed down in activity.  The mosquitoes overall have decreased and in turn have been replaced by a spike in the number of deer flies.  It’s the worst when you’re doing a survey where there’s an abundance of both.  Your mosquito net hardly stands a chance against the forces of nature.

Butterfly atop raspberry plants

I was mistaken when I previously stated that we only survey naturally regenerated units.  We do survey planted units but they are few and far between (and a lot easier to survey than natural units).  Fire’s been generous enough to lend their three seasonals to us for a day and were going to help us with more days but the rest of them just received a call today to go West.  One of the fire crew members is already in Washington while the other two and a recreational seasonal will fly out to my home state.  The fires are furious and the land is dry.

Karl (fire crew) heads to the next point

Zack, Jarrod, and I have been trucking along with stocking surveys as they have an August deadline of when all the data needs to be collected and then entered onto the computer.  We’re more than halfway through but it seems like an eternity before we finish the last few dozen units.  The ground we trek through has oftentimes been marshy and unpleasant, resulting in many days with soaked boots.  Luckily timber supervisor Corey ordered several boot dryers for the bunkhouse which have been lifesavers.

Typical sight

During all of this I’ve been lucky enough to utilize a smidgen of GIS technology to create the maps for the points as well as to locate the units.  Turns out the predetermined points within a unit actually follow a formula based on acres to determine how many points are within a unit.  Also as map maker I place the points in as random a fashion as possible.  None of the GIS is complicated but I’m extremely excited to have been on ArcMap this summer.

An example map of a sale. More detailed maps of each unit were made in addition to the overall map.

Raspberries for days

A well deserved snack

Although the going is tough, the wild berries almost make the task worth it.  Like many northern states, Minnesota is home to an abundance of raspberries, blueberries, and strawberries.  Wild berries tend to be on the smaller side than their farmed counterparts and that’s especially true of strawberries.  I’ve seen some decent blueberries that could almost rival farmed varieties though.  I’ve even been introduced to berries I’ve never heard of before like June berries.  A quick hand grabs a berry or two as we hike and slips it under the mosquito net, hoping that mosquitoes didn’t follow that hand.  There’s not a lot that can panic me more on a survey than a mosquito buzzing in the space between the net and my face.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Through the course of stocking surveys we’ve encountered all sorts of terrain.  True most of it is swampy but occasionally we get dry land or strange marshes.  Once in awhile Zack and I have even encountered a hill.  Elevation’s a rare beast here and it’s always exciting for us two folks from the West.  We joke that we’ve Minnesota based jumped when I accidentally dropped two feet into a dip.

Zack leads on during a rainy day

Aspens are overwhelmingly the majority of saplings

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A quick recap of how stocking surveys are done-
1) drive as close to site as highways and forest roads allow
2) hike in, try to stay dry (never works)
3)usually start at furthest point and work our way back towards the truck
4)one person runs a 11.8 feet circle plot while the other records
5)note saplings’ height and DBH (diameter at breast height)
6)shoot large trees with a 10-basal area factor prism
7)measure DBH of ‘in’ trees and height (using a clinometer)
8)move on to next point and repeat

11.8 feet out

Measuring DBH

 

Timber’s aiming to slam the rest of the surveys and finish in about a week, two at the maximum.  After that a significant amount of data entry awaits us.  Zack’s been entering the data we compile from the field into a program called examsPC but I’ll be left with the FACTS data entry that results from that.  It’s far from exciting work but necessary in resource management within a forest.

 

 

 

 

Wild strawberry!

 

Where’s Home?

The question is asked of me more often than not.  Living in areas where the population tends to be a homogenous group usually prompts people to wonder about origin.  My automatic answer is Washington.  However I’m of the belief that home can be more than one place.

Home is without a doubt the mountain rich lands of the Northwest with its evergreen forests and enchanting rivers.  It’s also the idyllic woods of New Hampshire in a restored CCC camp, a house right by a Rhode Island pond, and currently the Chippewa National Forest in Minnesota.  My work leads me to new places and so I am uprooted, only to leave part of myself when the time comes to leave yet again.  In the fall it’ll be Bellingham for the third time.   

Memories ranging in emotions and feelings are created in all these places.  They are forever etched into my heart.  At times I’ve both lost myself and found who I am, forever building on my identity.  I meet amazing folks and our paths go separate ways but it’s when I least expect it that they might just cross again.  Life is a constant adventure filled with surprises. 

Flying into Minneapolis

With every bagged packed, flight flown, and road trip taken the phrase ‘home is where the heart is’ becomes even more true.  Although I automatically think of the bunkhouse when I hear the word ‘home’ while living in Minnesota I know that one day when the seasonal/nomadic life becomes tiresome (a possibility I have a hard time considering), in the end Washington is where I belong.  I can’t fathom not being surrounded by the Cascades and the Olympics with the Salish Sea always within walking or biking distance.  Western red cedars rise majestically while Douglas fir makes up much of our forests.  The steppes, deserts, and grasslands East of the Cascades are gorgeous in their own rights.  The weather is temperate and the summers are beyond spectacular.  These are a few of the many reasons why my heart belongs in Washington. 

Three and a half weeks in the Land of 10,000 Lakes and I’m feeling fairly settled in.  My pal E. Cook even hooked me up with a sweet birthday gift to help with the transition. 

Care package makes my (birth)day

Minnesota nice is an accurate term as the people here are good and kind.  Everyone in the office and bunkhouse has been grand to work or live with. 

Spectacular sunsets

The Bunkhouse!

While I call Minnesota home I’ll be sporadically blogging about working for the US Forest Service as a pathways intern (timber).  Writing’s never been my strong suit so expect more pictures than words once I figure that out.  I also really enjoy snail mail shoot me a message if you would like my address.  Additionally this is my first summer not with the SCA in three years.  If you’re looking for a road trip take note- 4 out of 6 folks will be leaving the bunkhouse mid-August and I’ll be here until mid-September so it’ll be pretty quiet.  Feel free to visit!