posted on Jun, 28 2007 @ 10:51 PM
I was in Fire most of my career. Crisscrossing the U.S. every summer from fire to fire to fire. Many a morning I awoke in my sleeping bag and could
not remember what state I was in. I kept a small pocket sized journal and I would have to check the previous day's entry to remember whether I was
in Idaho or Utah. The calendar function on my watch told me the date and day, memory wouldn't do it. Long hours, physically arduous, dangerous and
dirty work. Pay was pretty good, but you earn every penny the hard way.
It's a young single person's game. After a while it takes a real toll on your body and your family life. Fun and exciting while real young. As I
got older it was less and less enticing, and finally my body and my wife(and the funerals of a couple of friends) told me it was time to quit. I took
a promotion to a non-fire job in the planning side of things and the gov sent me back to grad school. Spent the rest of my career there, working on
everything from the environmental planning of timber sales to modeling the effects of new subdivisions on watersheds to estimating the effects of a
planned new campground on wildlife. Varied and interesting, and better working conditions. When I was eligible to retire I stuck around a few months
but then decided it was time to call it a career. And I moved on...
[edit on 28-6-2007 by dave_54]