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By Chris Robey When we brush, we work close to the water and use our creek voices to speak. The water’s voice is so loud you have to shout just to let someone know you’re bumping them by, and even then you’re never completely certain they heard you. I might notice Andi or Kajler speaking at me, asking for a tool perhaps, and pick up vague speech patterns, maybe, but anything more than that is carried away by the creek’s atonal wash. “What?!” I shout and hope it carries. Their

By Elizabeth Collins There I found myself - at the end of yet another seasonal job. I was getting good at this - not making any commitments lasting longer than one year (career-wise, anyway). Three workplaces down - one for each year since graduating college. But this time, I was on the hunt for a “real job.” Oh yeah - a real job - that thing adults do. It would be valuable, I thought, to get in with an organization for a few years. I’d move in with my parents during the job

By Chris Robey One privy ditch dug, one bear bag hung and after a long first day my crewmates and I rest now on the cobble-strewn bank of Citico Creek. Fallen mountain laurel blooms litter the bank on both sides of the creek--small, delicate, curiously geometric. Like little white and pink mandalas. Small pale butterflies have settled in droves on Eric’s dirty wet Carhartts, gathering sweat salts. When he goes to pick them up and hang them on his clothesline, they scatter lik

We are kicking off a fundraising campaign for one of our 2017 Field Crews. Please consider donating through our gofundme campaign or through our donations page. Your charitable donation is being matched by the National Forest Foundation. These Crews work over the course of 12 weeks in the wilderness areas of the south, improving trail conditions that support the economies of the surrounding communities, while also connecting people to the values of wilderness. The crews spend