
Alex Williams, Lance Eacret, Pete Skrief and yours truly, somewhere on the Payette National Forest, July, 2004.
I spent four summers on the
Sawtooth Hotshots, four of the best summers of my life. During that time I worked harder than I ever had before, watched my body break down only to heal and break down again, s
aw places in this country that few people have ever seen, learned about myself, made a good amount of money, grew up, and made some of the best friends on the planet.
This is my first summer since 2000 that I will not be involved in fighting forest fires in some way, and I miss it tremendously. I don't miss the heavy gear,
the crappy food, or
my feet rotting off. I miss my friends, plain and simple. Right now some of them are in Utah on a fire, some are in Idaho, some Montana, some Alaska, and some (like me) have left the fire business altogether.
This picture is for them, and for me.