Morning Commute


by Michael Rood  

Hop out of the truck. Shake off the morning dreariness. Pack my bag. Toss on some chaps, throw a saw over my shoulder, and start walking. One foot after the other. Each one leading to the work site a mile and a half away on top of Buford Mountain. Having long legs offers its advantages. A steady pace ensures I pull away from my teammates. After 10 minutes of hiking I am alone, taking in the sights, sounds, and smells of the woods.


My morning commute takes me up the mountain, past the rock wall and fire line that was completed last week. After taking a right at the rocky outcrop and hiking a quarter mile down the grassy path I arrive at the work site. Woodlands give way to a rocky glade where we are tasked with felling cedars that are crowding out native plant species. I enjoy my morning commute. It is tough but not stressful. I don't get stuck in traffic or worry about arriving late. All I have to do is put one foot in front of the other and arrive at a place performing work that I love doing.