Good news, everyone!
LOUD ROOMMATE is moving out at the end of the month!! I might for a while have a bathroom all to myself! And if she leaves those bath mats, I'm throwing them in the dumpster. They are not worth my money to wash and dry them. I'll either get my own or keep using my bathroom slippers. Oh, I might actually mop the floor!!!
I'm not even sure they did clean inspections today because they didn't leave the pass-fail checklist like last time. Maybe no one failed so they didn't leave one? I don't understand how LR didn't fail because the stove top is kind of gross. I also found out one of my other roommates swept the hallway for her because she was "feeling nice today." WHAT. NO. See, that used to be me. Now I'm a bitch who lets people choose not to pull their own weight and lets them pay the consequences for it.
Okay, the bad news--well, it's not really bad news. Today I was supposed to go survey a dozer line in a burn scar. Problem was...
I had to get waaaaaay over there, where you see a sort of shelf just before the blackened hill on the left. I think that's where the dozer line is supposed to be, even though I didn't have a topo map to go by.
The biggest problem was figuring out how the heck to get over there. I needed to cross a creek, but there were stretches of private land I couldn't enter, until a little window of Forest Service land opened up.
The creek is located where the light green trees are in the center of the picture. In the spring it's probably more of a marsh, but right now the marshy part mostly dry. I get really nervous in places like this because it's difficult to see what sort of ground I'm putting my feet on. Is it soft and wet to where my feet will sink? Is it riddled with hummocks that will make me trip and break my ankle? Are there critters hiding in the grass? It freaks me out, but I was determined to get something done today, so I began to traverse the expanse until I could hear the creek. The creek was either narrow and windy, or it had several branches all over the place, because I could see it everywhere, but the grass and vegetation obscured the banks. I couldn't tell what was dry land and what was water underneath. I didn't know where to put my feet, so I turned back. There was absolutely not way around it. All the accessible routes were on private land.
The other option was a road where the creek crossed over. Guess no one could be bothered to build a crude bridge at least, but it's shallow enough for my truck. On the other side of that is public land, and I would be able to hike parallel to the creek to get to the dozer line. But now it's about a mile away in some very hilly country. It would be so much faster if I could just cross the creek from where I was earlier, or on the much easier sections of private land, but nooooooooo.
By the time I figured out my access point, it was already past 2pm. It was hot. I was frustrated, embarrassed, and very reluctant to make the trek alone. Just getting out there was annoying because I had to drive over tens of miles of gravel road in varying states of disrepair. I didn't know how long it would take me to hike that stretch. Plus the weather started getting a little sketchy and I thought I heard thunder.
So I left. It rained a bit on my way back, and seeing all the angry clouds in the sky, I realized I made the right choice.
I saw the assistant forest archaeologist for the first time in probably two or three weeks. He was in the office today to get some work done, and will be in the office again tomorrow due to some unforeseen circumstances. He said he wished he could go to the field with me tomorrow, but would most likely have to stay in the office. I wish he could come with me, too. Something about the idea of hiking out there makes me nervous and I'm not sure why. At least it's not out in the thick woods. Or several miles away. One mile is not a bad hike.