The Wildlife...
Well, first off the wildlife was... friendly. A little too friendly! This budding socialite made a habbit of wandering through our camp on a regular basis. Legend has it that the cook once drove his big brother out of the kitchen-trailer with nothing but a ladel and balls the size of Jupiter.

The Vehicle...
The ride to work was unpredictable at best. Usually the bus worked. Usually Sean (the driver) knew where he was going. Usually we brought all the essential equipment with us. Usually...

Other Vehicles...
And then there were those times when, well, things just didn't work out as planned.

Planting...
And then there was the planting. This is not a very representative picture: observe how the planter has freedom of movement, exposed soil and limited topographical obstacles.

Real Planting...
Normally planting isn't so glorious. Note how the planter is obstructed and entangled, and how the poplar sapplings block his passage to the east. This type of terrain is known as "schnarb" or more popularly as "kife".

The people...
Well, let's just say the people aren't very well groomed by the end of the season. In fact, if you yourself are not starting to fall apart by this point, the stuff around you almost certainly will be! We'll lay off the "soleless" puns on this individual....for now.

The Survivors...
Tough as it may be, treeplanting is very rewarding for those who can stick it out. This photo features the remnants of our crew "Laurier's Warriors" (aka "Charlie's Foxtrots"). In the back row, from left to right, we are: Ben ("Snowy"), David ("Dino"), Julia ("Rockpile"), Charlie ("Charlie", the crew boss), Steph ("Spaz"), Sheldon ("Bonesy"), Frederic ("The New Guy"), Tom ("T"), and in the front left to right: Jean Martin ("Johnny"), and myself ("Doc"). Congrats to everyone who made it: I look forward to planting with you again!