• USFS 2019 — Part 3, Chapter 2

    To say that everything on the Peninsula west of the Olympic Range was wilder than the Neighborhood of Hood Canal felt like a gross understatement. It felt disingenuous, too, to describe something as wild just because it more closely resembled what it looked like before white settlement, which had always been far more disruptive than anything that occurred naturally. All the counterpoints—volcanic eruptions, fires, floods, earthquakes—worked within processes with a prehistoric…

  • USFS 2019 — Part 3, Chapter 3

    “MacKenzie, I need your help in this game.” The voice came from the table, where I could hear people had gathered to play cards. And though the permanent law enforcement guy, Adam, was not there as far as I knew, his golden retrievers named Friday and Elaine were. I had been upstairs since getting back from Pete’s late that afternoon. I didn’t know how many life forms had made it into…

  • USFS 2019 — Part 3, Chapter 4

    It was out of character for Ian to forget the key to the cabin. Largely because it was on the same keyring he had, like, nine other keys on, all of which he used almost daily. I guess he’d forgotten it in his rush to start his hitch a day early—hiking in on a Sunday so he could be back late Thursday and make a dentist appointment early Friday morning. He…

  • USFS 2019 — Part 3, Chapter 5

    Beginning the first full week of August, our assessment schedule dropped from weekly to a bi-weekly. From that point in the season forward, all our assessments were conducted in pairs until the trailhead we used to access the second-growth area opened to wider public permit use in early October. After Ian took a turn in mid-July, Bridger had taken the week after to give me one more week off from backcountry…

  • USFS 2019 — Part 3, Chapter 6

    I was against being seen in public with my coworkers when alcohol was involved for one obvious reason: They were animals. At the Rain Shadow, the lack of propriety felt acceptable, but I wondered how much of that owed to the backdrop of dense coastal forests that constantly gave it the effect of an extended camping trip. In the end, Bridger and Ben somehow convinced me that venturing into society would…

  • USFS 2019 — Thereafter

    If my theory that life was existentialism with a laugh track was still an untested suspicion in August 2019, the remaining weeks of what would be my last lap as a USFS seasonal, and especially the months and years since that summer, did little to disprove it. For starters, before my season even ended, one Maeve Tully—the Jefferson County therapist and sometime astrologer I knew simply by her last name—was found…

  • The Stony Remains of Shantyville

    If my theory about bars being a proxy measure for livability in Montana has any teeth, it seems like the path forward to an improved Shantyville that’s livable for regular folks is paved with, yes, residential housing, but also bars.

  • The South of It All

    In the past few weeks, something north of a dozen cities have either removed or approved the removal of Confederate monuments. That might sound like good progress at first blush, but according to the Southern Poverty Law Center (SPLC), as of last year, there were still almost 800 Confederate statues nationwide. And that was just a fraction of the more than 1,700 total monuments, place names, or other symbols memorializing the…

  • A Pirate Looks at Extractive Capitalism

    This probably reflects the media echo chamber I’ve built around myself more than the zeitgeist at-large, but I’ve noticed a lot of buzz about extractive capitalism recently, and particularly its legacy in Appalachia. For me, this cycle started earlier this month with an episode of WNYC’s podcast, “Dolly Parton’s America.” In it, host Jad Abumrad and producer Shima Oliaee talk to Dr. Lynn Sacco, who teaches the University of Tennessee Knoxville…

  • A Dead Star Looks at 27

    I’m bad at being ceremonious around milestones. There are a lot of reasons for it that I’m aware of, and probably more that I’m not. Of the reasons I do know, I think my biggest handicap to developing a healthy relationship to milestones is a lack of anticipation. Despite being a seasoned time traveler to the future thanks to my anxiety disorder, one of my superpowers is preemptively convincing myself I’m…