Monday, June 21, 2010

The Bear Scare - Devin Kavanagh



The furry ferocious 500 lb. beast of nature that we commonly associate with terror and helplessness cannot be the bear anymore. Apparently, they keep to themselves when we are around, and just extricate everywhere. Seriously. As a newcomer to the Rocky Mountains, the thought of bears attacking, viscously without remorse of course, quite honestly crossed my mind several times a day while on spike. These thoughtful assumptions came from years of believing that Grizzly bears will floss their teeth with human bones and Black Bears are just plain evolved mutated dinosaurs. Already, only three weeks into the MCC Crew Member season, what I just now named “the bear scare” has become more of a myth to me than blister free work boots!

I wish I could say that I could prove this theory through an awesome story about tag, hide and go seek, and checkers with a Grizz, but my only proof of their endangered existence are the tree trunk scratches and the feces littered camp sights. However, bear stories aren't usually kept untold between crewdren for too long and every story of surviving a bear encounter contradicts the bear scare.

Personally, and undoubtedly for our entire crew as well, our first four day hitch (in the Hungry Horse Ranger District) felt like a burst of excitement, natural wonders and an overwhelming release of anticipation. Speaking for myself on this one, I hadn't realized how anxious the bear scare would make me until my first wilderness journey. As I walked alongside our wise sponsors, I quickly had yanked all of the info they had about bears as soon as possible. Interestingly enough, this specific question that I had brought up out of pure terror is what almost simultaneously led me to my newfound semi-fearlessness of bears. After thinking of an engaging way of bringing it up, I blurted out to our rad sponsor Erich from the Forest Service, “what is the most common misconception of bears out here?” He replied saying, “people see bears as monsters, but this couldn't be farther from the truth. More people die from sheep every year!” The first thing I thought was great, he's joking about it, I am a dead man. But with his personally famous tale of an encounter with a bear, I was soon to be enlightened. It goes roughly as follows. One day, Erich was 20 or so feet from a massive Grizzly. Wisely choosing not to tango with Erich and his weapon of non choice, the hoe dad, the Grizzly crossed paths with Erich, not so much as batting an eye. The war for dominance and ultimate survival was over, or so he had thought. Minutes later, Erich was harassed by a medium sized Grouse. Erich honestly admits his fear of Grouse is close to ten fold of the bear scare,

Spending these last few weeks with amazing people have actually relaxed me about everything including bear attacks, and I am pumped knowing that I can call Kalispell my home and the people I now camp with my crew. I hope being somewhat fearless when it comes to bears will serve me better than the previous contrary, in case my karma from writing this blog catches up to me. Maybe when I actually see a bear, he will look like Smoky or the Sugar Crisp Mascot. There I go again, I better watch my dime for bear. Peace

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Aliens: Part One

ALIENS
Part One, Duh, Duh, Duh!

In many ways the Montana Conservation Corps’ Crews share many similarities with our friends (Hopefully) in the sky. We have came to Idaho a land which we are aliens: We dressed all in green [For the most part anyways], wear clear eye pro which make our eyes seem buggy, our vehicle shoots headlight beams that can make our SUV appear like a flying saucer when it is foggy, we can spread poisonous gas (Meaning: Our farts] that kills acres and acres of crops and we have come in peace.
We are the Green Team or if one will have it; The Green Machine! We have ascended to the Blue Ridge Mountain Trail of Idaho and soon to be entering the Gospel for the entire summer. In our first hitch out of nine we took on adversity with rainy and cold conditions however punctured with a warm welcome. Rainy and cold conditions in the weather including a strike of hail that seized us one afternoon the moment we sat down our tools for the day. Warm however in the welcome that was given to us by the Forest Service Crew of Idaho.
On Tuesday June 8th, 2010 (Two days after the anniversary of D-Day) The Green Machine met in the morning with Forest Service Crew’s boss of bosses; Josh in a stretch circle. Josh is what every man wants to be and what every woman looks for in a man. Josh’s appearance is that of Brad Pitt from Quentin Tarantino’s Inglorious Bastards but bulkier. Josh has smooth blue eyes, a wisdom and sureness to his voice that internalize anyone around him where they can feel safe and are assured that they are in for a good day’s labor. As a part of Josh’s safety monologue he incorporated, “If you get to cold and too wet, let me know and I’ll get a fire started for you; keep you warm.”
The evening before Wednesday Josh welcomed us with the best gift you can ever give an MCC crew; a flat bed of refined wood logs to carry a half mile up a mountain. “I thought about getting some horses together to haul up these logs but then I thought manual labor builds good character, now get to work.”
The following day in our first real day of work the Green Machine set out to plant water bars. We dug up a quarter foot of dirt to rest in the logs so they could still remain firm in the trail and dug drains around the water bars (At a 90 degree angle) so water would have a place to run off.
Everyday was a challenge. Most of our crew caught terrible colds making the psychical work tougher.
For the bulk of the work, the crew constructed a rock wall. The crew dug heavy rocks out of the ground and sometimes hauled the works across great distances to meet up with Paul (MCC Crew Leader), Noel (Forest Service Technical Advisor) and Peter (Forest Service Crew Leader) so they could construct they’re rock wall. The crew’s other half (Jen and Ashton) constructed a crib wall which is similar to a rock wall only made from wood.
At night time the crew shared hearty warm meals and good company amongst one another, never a dispute however never a dull moment. Ever now and then a few or more crew member would walk a few feet away form our camp site to the forest service crew’s camp to join and enjoy the fire that they would welcome us to.
The crew also accomplished building new trail and rehabbing old trail. We left the Blue Ridge Mountain trail just as the weather had turned to heavy snow fall.
For this hitch the crew learned they’re own personal endurances and they’re own limits. We hope to push our standards next time to not only make us better crew members but as better people in general.
-Trevor Lyons Dietz
June 17th, 2010.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

introductions


Nine days, eighty one hours, four soggy socks later, and I want to be back in the woods already. the bumbling mess big society is makes helps me appreciate how my crew members interact. not only do we help each other get through potentially rough projects but the atmosphere we create, provides for a great work environment. we each have many things to learn from one another and 6 months doesn't even seem like enough time for it all. The framework that the MCC provides is teaching me in ways i've always needed to improve. This hitch overall was an interesting introduction to the area we'll be working and living in. I'm glad we got to meet the forest, park, firefighting and volunteer service people, I look forward to getting to know them and what their jobs entail. A firefighter named Alec, gave me a pretty good idea of what a lifestyle of forest work looked like. Each day I see a new aspect of how things work, and it helps me help others help me, if you know what I mean. Five days off almost seems like too much.
-Ryan Gage, CD CM

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Virgina City



Virginia City

May 7, 2010
we took a step back into history on this day
way back to the 1800s
the setting, Virginia City
upon arrival we set ourselves up in the ghostly motel
Bonanza Inn
anticipating anything in the dark, wee hours of the night
we roamed the streets learning of the families who once thrived in this
bustling town
we heard story upon story of encounters with these spirits who still hold on to their
earthly homes
we explored buildings and homes all the while an eerie feeling lurking as though
we were being watched from eyes unseen
we worked our hands in between learning and exploring
clearing trail, clearing branches pulling weeds
all the while learning the value of working outdoors
and for the good of all
we learned of hangings that took the lives of 24 town folks
we learned of the deaths of young and old from
mining accidents, murder, and epidemics of the time
we roamed the sweet peaceful cemetery that
lay atop a hillside overlooking the city
we learned more about the mining boom that made the city
and how it slowly faded away leaving this small town
to fade away into history, leaving behind
old creaking buildings full of history, ghosts and exploration waiting to be had

“You know what’s in there? Shhh….. Can you hear it? That’s history!” Harry stone, Val Hingson, Martha Knox 2010

Herron Park - Paul Wachur

The Experience - Dylan Barbash

This is blog is about my first experience yielding a chainsaw and using it to fall a tree. One of the most terrifying, exciting, and adrenaline rushing experiences of my life. I was inspired to write this narrative on the ride to the first day of trails training.


You approach the being hesitant but excited. It has power that must be recognized. Its going to do what it wants to do so its better to work with it than fight it. It is stubborn even in death, it will hold on to the last remains of life until it is consumed by fire, pushed by the wind, or ignited by lightning. Such a stubborn beast is hard to manipulate. You size up the scene to see if there are hidden dangers or booby traps. Evaluate the being and see which way it wants to go, feel it to tell how much life is left. All the while the beast looks down at you with speculative eyes, asking what you are doing, why are you bothering me? You approach with your machine, a device that is dangerous in and of itself. It needs to be yielded carefully and precisely. You tear away at the stubborn life force that is within. Cutting away at both sides, needing to be precise because even in death this beast can play tricks on you, maybe taking its revenge with a malicious twist. You continue on hoping that you have been precise enough and evaluated the being correctly. You hear cracking and walk away to see this life force drain from the being in its elegant but forceful fall through the foliage. You have done it, fallen the beast and come out the victor. But there is always next time and the next being may be more resistant to your demands and could fall you instead.

Selway, What is your Bearing? - Valerie Hingston






On April 13th, 2010 the Western Wildlands region of Missoula headed out on route 12 west towards the Selway Bitterroot Wilderness in Idaho. All field crew and youth crew leaders made it out on this particular trip. After one night of car camping close to the Fenn Ranger Station we packed up camp and the Youth Crew Leaders lead a discussion about bear identification and safety. Although we didn’t see a bear on this particular trip, it was important for all leaders to become informed and aware about the possibilities of encountering bears in the backcountry. As the clouds cleared away with the rigs all packed up we drove down the road while dodging deer and looking for the Race Creek Trailhead. The theme of this trip was called, “Backcountry Training,” and into the backcountry we went.

The night before had been cold and wet, but the following day brought about a plentiful amount of sunshine and warmth. Before hitting the trail, a MCC alumni named Julie whom so graciously accompanied us into the backcountry, led a discussion on hiking in groups and the importance of compass and map use. All leaders became acquainted with the use of maps and then around 11 am we began our hike. Our region was split up into two groups, which each had separate campsites to minimize the impact on the land. Both crews hiked along the same trail, which was parallel to the Selway River. The trail was in great condition and it harvested the first few signs of flower blossoms and re-vegetation. One of our leaders; Mack was returning to his home in the woods, where last year he had spent five months during the immersion crew. He was able to provide insight and history on the area in order to better inform the other leaders about the wilderness in which we were traveling. Crew A hiked in four miles to the Renshaw Creek campsite and Crew B hiked in two additional miles to the Cupboard Creek campsite. Due to the split in the two groups, it is hard to say exactly what Crew B did once they arrived at Cupboard, but it is probable that the logistical experiences were mirror images of one another.

The sunshine sustained itself throughout the late afternoon and into the evening, making camp set up an enjoyable lesson. Julie and Mike facilitated a discussion in proper camp set up and how to execute the process. Leaders split into pairs of two and three in order to scout the camp and determine where to place a latrine, bear hang, sump, kitchen, sleeping area, and a fire. Afterwards, each group was responsible for educating the other leaders about the logic behind their station set up. Bruce followed up our station set up with a lesson on stove maintenance. The most important lesson learned here was, “When in doubt, hit your stove on a rock and always check your stove before heading out on hitch.” As the sun crept away, we enjoyed ourselves down by the river’s edge, and the day was topped off with a delicious meal of quinoa and vegetables.

Wednesday brought about a new burst of energy. We were leaving our camp site and heading upstream to Cupboard Creek campsite to reunite with Crew B. With day packs on and a lunch packed we prepared ourselves for a day hike and educational segments. Upon arrival to the other crew’s camp, we were greeted with smiles and excitement. After a brief break, Drew entertained us by discussing wolves and wilderness management in the shape of a court room debate. All members seemed more informed about the issue and interested. Jena followed up Drew’s presentation with a lesson on Tree Identification. Having studied Resource Conservation at the University of Montana, Jena did an incredible job at teaching all leaders how to identify and categorize different types of trees. With the completion of our educational segments and now having only a half day to hike, work with maps and return back to camp; all leaders ate lunch on the beach and then set out into two hiking groups. The heat continued to rise as leaders set out on a steep short hike in search of an open spot, with plenty of views of surrounding peaks. Once this quintessential location was discovered, Julie led a compass and map lesson on location identification, bearings, and triangulation. The hope at this point was that all leaders would feel rather confident in their abilities to re-orient themselves when misplaced in the backcountry. It’s safe to say that this goal was attained. Upon completion of our lesson, we slide down the pine needle filled trail to Cupboard Creek, where we “picked up” our leader Lina who unfortunately had been sick that afternoon. The sun continued to scorch our faces and newly exposed skin as we meandered back towards Renshaw Creek campsite. Our return was going smoothly when one of our fellow leaders went missing. No one believed that Mack could have gone missing seeing that he was back in his second home in the Selway, but adventuring out into the brush in order to take care of an emergency bathroom situation turned into a dire scenario (although previously planned). Luckily Mack had left his MCC manual behind, which allowed our Crew to successfully plan and implement a search party. Moral of the story: Always bring your MCC manual; even on day hikes. Also, even the most educated leaders can fall victim to the woods. When the lost leader was relocated and safe, we continued our hike back down to our campsite. While pressed for time, one leader made a delicious pasta meal while two YCLs (Val and Harry) gave a lesson on Scats and Tracks. Education and food combined into one always makes for a good time.

That night leaders congregated around the campfire to enjoy story telling and stargazing. After only a few days, the prospect of returning to Missoula was both exciting and disappointing. Working outside of town was both exhilarating and refreshing. It’s just a glimpse at what crew leaders and members have to look forward to this summer and fall. Mr. Sandman graced the leaders with his presence that night by providing sleep, stars, a river led orchestra, and warm spring air to sleep in. Morning came quick and camp clean up did as well. We were well rested, packed and ready to return to the rigs. A four mile hike out and we reunited once again with other Crew B. Short debriefs followed while sitting on the grassy fields at the Fenn Forest Service Station. All leaders were content with their backcountry experience; especially for the one leader who had never backpacked before (Lina). The return to Missoula was filled with warm air blowing through the car windows, an eclectic array of music, and a snowball fight on the border of Idaho and Montana. There are more adventures to come, but we’ll just have to wait.

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Take nothing for granted. Not one blessed, cool mountain day or one hellish, desert day or one sweaty, stinky, hiking companion. It is all a gift.
—CINDY ROSS, Journey on the Crest, 1987