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Warm Hearts Warm Homes in Eureka & Libby

  • November 16, 2016
  • Posted by Brenna Sellars

There were a few moments in which we couldn’t tell if he was about to cry or if his breath was just catching. We simply stood there in the rain, for about an hour, and listened. Heard about his friends who had died from asbestos poisoning in the last year. Heard about his father who had built this house so many decades ago. He needed someone new to tell his stories to.


The Old Man and the Bus

  • November 14, 2016
  • Posted by Rhyan Schicker

“It says he lives in a bus.” We are all thrown off by this…


As I Wait

  • November 09, 2016
  • Posted by Central Divide

As I’m waiting for the plane to arrive at the Indian Creek guard station, I gaze around the quiet, frost tinged forest.


A Job Well Done

  • November 04, 2016
  • Posted by Mark Scanlan

10 days can seem like a long time, especially when its cold and wet and you cant dry your boots in time for tomorrow, but, showers and electricity and a laundromat really make it better to live in a cold damp tent.


In Reference

  • November 03, 2016
  • Posted by Conrad Scheid

Above, it has grown dark enough for the scattered, dusty light of the Milky Way to appear. The line it traces across the night sky seems to reference the facing of the cabin standing next to me, paralleling the line of the roofed porch that has kept our packs and tools dry for the last five days. I wish that one of my crew had stayed with me beside the fire, but I know that I would have had nothing to say had any of them done so. To me, their presence will always be as much comfort as any words…


Saturday, September Eighteenth

  • October 27, 2016
  • Posted by Tim Lawrence

Tell today’s story. Tell about the woman who cried when you gave her the number for further assistance with mold. Tell about how it was the wrong number and you still need to call her back. Tell how she cried with relief and blessed you through her tears.


Chinese Wall

  • October 24, 2016
  • Posted by Zach Dellorto-Blackwell

“Chinese wall, why have you called me here?”


Montana the Making of a Man

  • October 19, 2016
  • Posted by Joshua Michael Amsdill

Montana. My home, my livelihood. The forge that wrought my character.


All The Feels

  • October 19, 2016
  • Posted by Amanda Pfaff

I didn’t see it coming, I didn’t expect it, and I certainly wasn’t looking for it. Maybe that’s what makes it meaningful; the quiet revelations that sneak up on you when you are otherwise entangled. Like the sun peering through the clouds after days of overcast skies, like a breeze kissing your sweat-soaked skin on a summer day… unexpected and refreshing, a soothing surprise. Hello, welcome. I didn’t expect you, but I’m glad you’re here.


Fer Fer and Horses

Dancing in September

  • October 14, 2016
  • Posted by Hannah

Do you remember the
21st night of September?
Love was changing the minds of pretenders
While chasing the clouds away

-Earth, Wind, and Fire


Spotted Bear Fuels Reduction

  • October 03, 2016
  • Posted by Lukas Savage

Three man crew. Ten days. Eight hours a day. Cold, wet, and tired. This is the MCC lifestyle.


Sunset on top of Odell Mountain

Rock Work and Snow

  • September 19, 2016
  • Posted by Crispin Peters

Hard work in extreme conditions would push most people past their limits; for this MCC crew it was just another day at the office.


at camp

Along the Bull River

  • September 19, 2016
  • Posted by Avery Mickey

The sun stayed high in the blue
As the long days drifted by
Fighting through brambles
Splashing through creeks
Working in the mud


Yellow Jacket Creek, As Well Named

  • September 16, 2016
  • Posted by Bree Guy

From black bears around camp, to crew leaders being stung, and jumping into freezing creeks, we ended up having quite an adventure…


A Good Wrap Up To The Season

  • September 13, 2016
  • Posted by Avery Mickey

It was thursday, our last day of work. We were getting packed out the next day from our ten day excursion into the Frank Church-River Of No Return Wilderness. It was our fourth week together and we could all feel the end coming.


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