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Obligatory “this was way longer than expected” skip to the stars for the good stuff. Also, this is my first post on here, and formatted with mobile.
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A few summers ago, I had the pleasure of being a backcountry caretaker in some of the mountains here in Eastern USA. I won’t get any more specific, because it’s a smaller outdoor industry community than you’d think. Basically, I was paid to hang out on top of gorgeous peaks, take care of privies, give directions, and encourage people to take care of the natural resources around them. When I wasn’t sleeping in the woods I was hanging out with my fellow caretakers at our home base. A group of 20 somethings who like all the same things I do, namely, hiking, drinking beer, and playing cards. A dream job.
This story takes place at our end of season party. If you’ve ever met people who enjoy being outdoors, you know they love any excuse to drink and have a good time. Pretty much like everyone else but less deodorant and more discussions on digging the perfect cathole. This particular party was especially exciting because caretakers from all over the state would be joining us at our HQ, meaning lots of fresh faces. So we pulled out all the stops, setting up a dance floor, cooking a full dinner for the whole staff, and making it a costume party. Full of shitty costumes.