Montana Conservation Corps - Tools for Living. Experience for life.

Our group is like Magic the Gathering,
Not always the perfect deck,
But able to get together and defeat anything.

Our group is like the Rubix Cube,
Able to make new patterns
That intertwine and interloop.

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• Bozeman

I waved the crews goodbye and went back to my desk. There was a feeling of uselessness. My throat felt dry and empty of words. My hands that are most comfortable when filled with tools; lied gently on a black keyboard.  I took a deep breath and quickly asked my supervisor, “When can I get out into the field again?”

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• My desk in the Missoula office

My first hitch was the wettest (so far). It was pouring rain non-stop, I put on wet clothes in the morning and ate wet granola at lunch. I hadn’t learned to pack very well and had a lot of weight in my pack, but we were car camping so it was okay. The weather directly affected the mood of the crew. When it was pouring rain, we just didn’t really talk much, but when it stopped and the sun poked through the clouds, everyone was grinning. I ended up shattering the distal tip in my finger on day 3, and got driven back to town on day 5 because it was looking worse and worse. Hitch 2 was much better, the weather had cleared up quite a bit, and the crew was just generally happier. We do a lot of brushing. The brush is THICK out in Fish creek, so it’s quite a treat when we get to work on structures, and carry rocks around.

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• Western Wildlands