Morning Commute

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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.

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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.