The fires still burn. The smoke still lingers. The crap that comes out when I blow my nose is shocking. We’ve had 2 solid days setting up our plots in the fen/bog complex and I’m afraid the crew may only have one more good day in them before we collapse into big piles of strained muscles and exhaustion. Thankfully, that may be just what is necessary to get us to where we want to be and then we can then move on to the next step. We have moved 800 2”x6”x10’ boards plus another 400 (?) Or so 4”x4”s 100m over upland… another 350m through the fen and now need another 200m or so through the bog. All along we have been building boardwalks with these splintery bruising boards. My hammer arm is back, but I’m still slow at it. While some of the longer armed guys pound in the 5” nails with 4-10 strikes, I’m still swinging usually at 15. Sigh.
And so one more full out hammer-and-move-boards-till-my-arms-fall-off-day and that should get us somewhere good. Days are a little cooler and it has drizzled on occasion, so that has helped with the fire containment. I haven’t heard of anything around the field station of late and so I think for now things are good.
Early to bed for me today.
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