
Slashpiles on a block on a foggy morning.

A photo of a new type of box that we received from PRT. The cardboard appears to be normal reinforced cardboard inside, with no wax content, and it has a plastic coating on the outside. The boxes seemed to work alright for us.

Today's block treat: Anna made us cookies in the shape of little shovels and trees.

Lots of thorns sticking to Myriam's shirt.

This fine looking young fellow belonged to Forester Tim.

A photo of some of the mountains just to the west of Hinton. The different colored layers within the mountains were pretty interesting.

It was sunny on our block, but this cloud on the horizon looked pretty interesting, especially since it looked like a pair of tornados were starting to form.

This is what happens when you leave your "sugar worms" on the dash of the truck on a hot day.

A rainbow over one of our blocks after supper.

A warning sign for one of the pipelines running through one of our blocks.

Hm. I wonder who these belong to?

One of our nice simple burn blocks. These sure have changed in the last six weeks!

There are rumors (true) that some of the Folklore camps have a heavy Christian influence, including weekly church services. And that's just fine. My own camp may not have services, but at least we have Gavin playing with his organ for entertainment.

It is pretty confusing to try to keep all the trucks organized at the end of the season, as we get them cleaned up, repaired, and turned back in to the leasing companies.

Jacob, playing the guitar after supper one evening.

Here's Myriam, helping to fold up a shade tarp.

Joanne.

Sean Haugen.

Andy, why are the front tires of your ETV in the ditch?.

Bo.

Loading trees.

Kristina.

This was one of the really nice blocks.

This bird was very, very curious. It spent a couple minutes sitting only two feet away from us at the cache. I think it wanted a bite of someone's sandwich.

One of the West Fraser logging trucks. They don't really seem that big until you see the size of a person standing next to the truck.

A warning sign on the road near the coal mines. There is some excellent quality coal in the mines down near Cadomin.

Scooter, looking a bit rough near the end of the season.

Trees under the main cache just after we have watered them one evening.

Ribboned trees along the edge of a road.

Shellagh, one of our true superstars.

A freshly planted tree, early in the morning.

One of our mounded blocks. As has been the case for quite a few of our blocks this summer, it's kind of hard to find the mounds due to the grass and fireweed, since the blocks are a couple years old.

Anna and Joanne. They are obviously delirious from the heat.

Shenna, pretending that she is enjoying this block.

I really can't even begin to explain this photo. This was taken on the way into town after we broke camp ... finally free!