Steadiness. Patience. Laughter. Repeat
This morning at work the past Summer replayed in my mind. So much happened in a short period of time. Then I come back to my surroundings. Working under huge silver firs. They stand majestically, long past a human life, until they too crumble into dirt.
When I step outside of my own mental chatter and view these monoliths I am reminded at my own impermanence. The challenges I face, melt away into the trail tread alongside these ancient 200+ year old trees. I smile at the absurdity of the human condition.
People hiking past us, are headed to Gothic Basic, Poodle Dog Pass, and the ghost town of Monte Cristo. They seem to all share a sense of adventure. I feel it to, but in my own quiet way on this new trail 6 hours from my home.
A week has gone by since arriving from Bellingham. The familiarity of our work is coming back. It feels good to be out of the office and earning our living, with my parents and uncle doing the work they have been doing since before I was born.
Tonight, writing in the dying light I’m at home in the front seat of my truck. The mess that is at times our lives can cloud profoundly simple things to be grateful for. Such as, the smiling warmth of my uncle and parents or that at 33, I am alive and happy, quietly reflecting on my chosen profession, while the soft white moon rises above the tree tops.
Completing a project gives me a lot of joy. The view of these two bridges and large timber wall almost done this week in Hood River. August heat is joyfully oppressive with sweat dripping off the tips of our noses.
I’m grateful that I have been raised in a family business that provides opportunities to give all of ourselves on a regular basis. A grounding force in life for me is to work together with a team creating durable long lasting products that encourage others to get outside. I’m incredibly honored to be working with my mom and dad in this capacity.
My parents come from a long line of farmers and woods workers. They built their first trail in 1979. I am grateful for the dynasty they have methodically built over decades. Its helped provide outdoor access to countless people around the Pacific Northwest.
This is a picture of my mom, Krista in the early 1980’s. The amount of dedication that she and my dad have put in over nearly 40 years of trail building business is what inspires me to push so hard every day. I’m grateful for all that she continues to do to help out as we transition into the 2nd generation of business ownership.
I live on the land where I was raised. The smell of the soil is familiar to me. I can walk the pathways without light in the dark. I have created relationships with the trees and the slope of the ground. The sound of the highway and the way wind whistles through those 100 ft pines. I have come to value our shared history of 30 years living next to the same people. Our friends. #home