Brush Mtn. Fire



After dicking with Mall-Wart's CD for an hour, I got the image I wanted. It's like 3MBs. Yeesh. I apologize to your ISPs.

This is part of the gang from the second week of July. That's my Squad Boss, Lori Touth, on the left, errr bottom, Curtis Martin is next to her. Then there's me and to my right is Russ Taylor, a very nice guy. There are 14 more people pictured on this CD but since have no way to edit or anything, this is it for now. That's the Brush Mtn. Fire in the background. At times it felt like that was as close as we were ever going to get to it! We were up north of the Bookcliff Mesa and so far west of Junction, we were nearly in Utah.

Well, got the whole follow-up physical to the asthma drama done. I'm fine (no surprise), the health occupational clinic even did a pulmonary breath thing and I don't have asthma, never have, just real bad hayfever. So have been calling around to engine captains and begging for fill-in work, but so far nothing. Have been jogging 2-3 1/2 miles every other night so now everything hurts from my butt down all the time.

This last week marking timber was a BITCH. We're on this monstrous sale at 8,750' in wet woods with our ever-present flying bloodsuckers. Now I have fresh bruises on the old ones on my legs, which had just started to heal. Russ looked at my legs last Saturday and he said, "Who beat you up?" Anyhow, Tuesday and Wednesday was way more stressful than it shoulda been. Yesterday afternoon things eased off. We walked the 1 mile (!) to the east boundary of our sale plot since it's not GPSed and the maps are useless. We found a very dead spruce tree that was apparently spiked. Fortunately, the logging foreman had found it too and taped it off so no one will put a saw into it and have a busted chain fly into their eye. I'm hating the Colorado environmentalists more these days. They have zero conception as to the biology or life cycle of these trees nor can they comprehend that logging is sometimes a necessary thing to keep all the old trees from getting sick and dying.

Well, I've out-stayed my public computer time. Off to the chiropractors.

Buenos Tardes,

-- Mz M.