We began our hitch by talking to our project partner and learning the tasks we would have that week. This reminded us that one must first walk in the fabled doors of the Asian buffet and gander upon the chow we will soon chow on. We then took a field trip to a logging site where we witnessed people hard at work and spent the second half of the first day learning from the Great Paul how to collect the data we needed to get the job done. We found parallels to how one sits down at the buffet and gets a feel for the chow by gandering at fellow chowers. Much like an experienced chower doesn't jump right into a huge first plate, we took it slow plotting the first stations on the profile. But as an experienced chower dives hard into plate 2 and 3, we found our stride as the days continued to churn. Not a day went by where we did not appreciate the pretty views of the Flathead much like a single bite of chow cannot be taken for granted. As our hitch wrapped up, a melancholy was felt throughout all of our veins as we knew it would be a full weekend until we gandered across these views again. However, even the hazy skies could not shield the light coming from the Asian buffet that awaited us at the end of the week. As we reentered society with a twinge of exhaustion from the many slopes we traversed, we found an uncanny resemblance to the future feeling of being satiated with an indulgent pride as one triumphantly strides out the doors of the Asian restaurant oasis and back into a world that does not fulfill man's yearning for unlimited spring rolls.