Its July 30th already and I am still in the bush planting trees. I am moving my ass by Jetta four hours east then another 4 hours North until I hit Chetwynd. There, in Chetwynd, 8 days of work wait for me. Its just going to be another bush camp, another bag up of trees, another tree planted, and another pay check in a already swelling bank account. Sure, there are better things that I would rather be doing than extending my season another 8 days but I try to think of all the positive things that could be the result of helping out a company who are losing planters quickly. Maybe a future job opportunity will spring aboard or maybe best friends will be found. Then again, maybe nothing will come out of this but a little more cash flowing into my possessions. The summer is quickly fading in the North, and everyday I spend planting trees is another day wasted in the mountains. But for now thats okay. The mountain's cannot move and if summer was to go without my feet stomping on mountain peaks all that would mean is that falls here and up I go but with cooler temperatures.
So now I pray for the Jetta to be strong. I promise to get crucial parts fixed when I get back to Smithers because now there is no time. And I say goodbye to my neglected bikes and heavy duffle bag of climbing gear. I to promise to come back to thee and ride on shitty roads until frames are twisting and gears are straining, and to put rock gear tightly into constricting cracks up big routes. But for now I only take one friend, its a lesser friend, however maybe it's my most important. I grab my planting shovel from the corner of my room and walk to the Jetta...
