clearing trail

Sometimes a big tree falls in the woods. Whether or not we're around to hear it, someone has to cut it into pieces and roll it off the trail. A little cutting and a lot of clean up.

campground cleaning

We've been cleaning campgrounds for a few months. Not glorious, but it must be done. Nobody wants to pitch a tent on soggy leaves. Warm towels and mints are on the way.

Raking tends to be the name of the game.

Grime time.

Setting up the pressure washer.

Rake the ground, rake the tables, rake the roofes, rake everything.

When the fog lifts you remember where you are. Mossy big leafs, all about it.

Orient yourself with your surroundings.

Some anti-slip installation.

Sometimes it sucks to blow, mostly it doesn't.

Just in time for lunch.

Sometimes we drive far distance to rake leaves, it takes a lot of gas to fire ten cylinders.

They hook up the grub for the multi-day trips.

Old sitka spruce and big leaf maple, lording their land up the Quinault.

It's important to maintain a work/life balance. Kalaloch provides.

Big cedar.

corps members

Some pretty alright people saving the salmon out on the peninsula. Here are just a few of them.

hot lunch

seeding

After putting some plants in the ground we toss some seed on the ground. Mellow days on the river.

Lake Aldwell, seed's-eye-view.

Teamwork.

Fill your sack and don't spill. Rachele knows.

Hangin' out with the LEKT. AB and Wilson.

Trevor, spreading his seed.

Misty day of seeding on Lake Mills.

Packing seed, pouring seed.

planting

Winter is the time to get plants in the ground. Energy is stashed in the roots as they establish themselves in the soil. The trick is keeping your hands warm and mind occupied.

Lake Mills.

Small crew, big reservoir.

Tools of the trade.

Givin' the trees some love.

White Pine.