Around these densely forested parts of Wyoming, the bear is king. When a shutterbug or intrepid hiker asks about the whereabouts of a certain large mammal, it is the bear they seek. And when a family of four asks much the same question with palpable trepidation, it is the bear they seek to avoid.
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Most days I walk to work. It’s just a quick jog up Millvalle, and a right on Penn. Within ﬁfteen minutes, I’m there.
Well, that’s only true if I manage to catch the ﬁrst traﬃc light, and this morning I’m left waiting. I linger patiently with plenty of company though; my corner also serves as a popular bus stop for folks commuting to Oakland, and the Southside.
The SCA Sandy Recovery Leader Crew has come to a close… a month goes by way too quickly! It’s truly been an amazing, inspiring experience for me. For the ﬁnal week of the crew, we switched things around, and split the two teams up.
I can’t believe the AEO Sandy Recovery Crew has already ﬁnished our week of conservation work at Floyd Bennet Field in Gateway National Recreation Area.
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
The crew woke up early on the ﬁrst day to bright sunlight in our tents. Birds were shouting from the trees, and a raccoon had gotten into our food stores during the night. Our campsite at Floyd Bennet Field is a leafy, grassy, green oasis that looks rural despite being located in southeastern Brooklyn.
Driving down the West Side Highway in Manhattan nearly every day can have its ups and downs. On Friday, I found myself in the midst of heavy traﬃc as I exited the Brooklyn Battery Tunnel and onto the West Side Highway, en route to Rockland County, NY. I listened every ten minutes to the traﬃc report, trying to plot my best escape from the city.
There is always a moment when a team truly becomes cohesive. I think we reached this point during the second week of the NYC Sandy Recovery Leader Crew. The previous weekend, all of the NYC crew leaders attended the New Jersey crew leader training, which is always a wonderful bonding experience.
For the last four years I’ve lived as a college student in New York City. I knew I wanted to spend my last summer here exploring and appreciating this crazy, vibrant, unexpected city.
As a Student Conservation Association intern, you never know what new experiences each day will bring. I work for Delaware State Parks on the Children In Nature initiative, which is a statewide coalition working to get more kids outside. Children In Nature is a large coalition with expansive goals, and my job responsibilities are equally broad in scope.
The ﬁrst week of the SCA Sandy Recovery Leader Crew at Gateway National Recreation Area was excellent – ﬁlled with site visits, planning, stretching, wheelbarrows, shovels, rakes, hard work, goals reached, education, team building, and so so so much sand and debris in places it was not located prior to Sandy!
I’ll be a crew leader blogger for the new Hurricane Sandy recovery team at Gateway National Recreation Area! I’m really looking forward to leading and collaborating on this new, HUGE recovery we’re about to undertake with about 24 crew leaders and over 100 high school members!
It’s weird to think of myself as an SCA alum now, which I suppose I am, after having ﬁnished my 9-month internship with Bering Land Bridge National Preserve. I thought I would be working another SCA internship this summer, but as it turns out, last month I was offered a full time park ranger position back at Bering Land Bridge.
Everybody likes an “Atta Boy.” And after three years of SCA service projects in the Allegheny National Forest, District Ranger Rob Fallon gave the SCA a tremendous “Atta Boy” last week. “We signed a $1.2 million contract with the SCA (3 years ago).
Water. How you’ve been cursed when you fall from the sky, rejoiced when you ﬂowed in river bottoms, and feared when you swell and pull in currents and waves.
For trail workers like myself, water is a dire enemy. About 90 percent of my time is spent diverting, building around, channeling, pushing, even aimlessly kicking it out of the path.
Photo: Hiking Big Sycamore Canyon Falls
A week can seem like forever yet go by in a ﬂash. We spent our last day(Friday, March 29th) as a group working with native plants, for a change of pace, in the Rancho Sierra Vista, not too far from the Wendy Trail trailhead. To prevent over watering natives planted earlier in March by the ﬁrst California ASB, we established a simple system.
For a small change of pace, the National Park Service led us to Upper Zuma Canyon. Despite a new location with greenery that was vaguely reminiscent of the forests of Washington, our task for the day was a classic conservation work: removing invasives This time we took on the poison hemlock and Italian thistle.
The second day at Malibu Lagoon State Beach we continued our invasives battle. A small group kayaked out to one of the further islands to do work. One problem. There were only two kayaks available so ASB members had to be ferried out two at a time - a hilarious scene to behold.
The majority of ASB participants spent most of yesterday ﬂying into either Burbank, CA or LAX. After waking up early for morning ﬂights, I was glad that we were saving group introductions for Monday. Instead we met each other at our own pace as people arrived to Malibu Creek State Park. Students who arrived ﬁrst, like myself, set up tents for ourselves and for those getting in later.
It begins, but who’s to say when it begins. The drive and desire to protect natural spaces, to ensure adequate resources for future generations, to promote the recovery of endangered species while preventing others from becoming threatened, and to simply enjoy something so majestic that man can never hope to recreate it. It’s conservation.
BIG CYPRESS NATIONAL PRESERVE, Fla. (March 22, 2013) – How can one sum up the past week here with SCA alternative spring break? Gathered around a campﬁre, under a big clear sky, with Orion overhead, a mandolin strums. Bluegrass ﬁlls our ears. Songs of the mountains and the stars. Marshmallows are passed around.
Exploring a gator pond in a swampy cypress mound. Knee deep in water.