"1,2,3,4. Now shut up and get out there!"

This is how most of my Monday mornings started over the summer. My boss would come into the office while stuffing half a can of chew into his mouth. Once he got his morning chew neatly adjusted in between his lips it would be time for us to be briefed on our assignment for the week.

Our weekly briefing involved our boss walking over to the map of the Routt national forest and wildly pointing to random spots with his finger.
Every spot he pointed is where he expected us to camp and the finger pointing was always accompanied by a "1, 2, 3, 4, get out there!" that was all, and if we asked any questions to try to clarify his vague assignments, we would get a snappy "you guys should figure this out on your own, now get out there!"

Luckily I loved my job and getting paid to be on the trails was all the motivation I needed to wake up for work every morning.

Life was good when we were on the trails. Eat, work, sleep, and repeat.

Following in the footsteps of the 1953 trail crew.


Home sweet home, the simple life sure is relaxing.


My co-workers Neal and Charlie on their 10AM break.


Overall it was an awesome summer. I loved my job and had great co-workers. I got to see countless miles of new territory and give back to the local mountain bike trails that are such a large part of my life.