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: Weekends

With three day weekends I’ve got plenty of time to do whole lot of nothing.  However with the good graces of bunkhouse mates who have cars, I get to go on the occasional adventure.  Lately my weekends have been shortened to the standard two-day weekends most folks get as I fill in at the office on Fridays.  Here are some photographs depicting what I do with my days off.  Wordpress is too smart for me and I haven’t figured out formatting so apologies for the lack of structure.

 

Judy and Aaron hosted me my first weekend in Minneapolis!

Judy’s and Aaron’s cat, Frank.

Minnesota really likes large statues of things. This is in Bemidji.

 

 

 

Twin Cities pride.

 

 

Rugby!

There’s a lot of sporadic baking on the weekends.

Fourth of July in Bemidji.

Turns out you can’t escape ticks.

Sundays are usually grocery days. Zack and I don’t know what happened to the Cheerio’s bee.

Hammerschlagen at the Pond.

Fishing Lake Gilstead.

Fires outside the Bunkhouse.

Tall Timber Days in Grand Rapids, MN.

A weekend at Lee’s family’s cabin on Horsehead lake.

Tried to read Walden by the lake…

Sauna/boat house.

Egg bake with hashbrowns, cheddar, eggs, bacon, ham.

Tamarack!

The boys.

Lee caught this sunfish minutes after I released it.

Zack has a dragon fly buddy.

More strange statues- giant tick in Bemidji.

Backwoods Bash in Blackduck, MN. Zack’s driving the engine.

 

 

 

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!