Here are some highlights. They're all long-distance shots, because of the ethical gray area of posting identifiable pics of minors on the web, but I assure you that they were mostly grinning ear-to-ear. There were a few whiners, of course, but you can't win them all.
Winding through the prairie at Ted Stone
Murdering buckthorn!
Doing a point-quarter survey of the woodland
Measuring DBH
Playing in the oaks & hickories
Spreading bottlebrush grass seeds with site steward George
Filing out past one of our many small brush piles...no burning was allowed, strangely, despite the damp and low wind. What's up, FPDCC? Stealth control of obesity through prevention of s'mores consumption?
The woodland, looking ethereal in the afternoon
More point-quarter surveying
For the most part, a hell of a time was had by all. This is probably the only reason I'm still surviving in this job, and why I'll probably feel too guilty to ever quit.
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