Yesterday was one of the toughest work days that I can think of in a very long time. I've had this big job in the hopper for two years. Tons of logistical problems solved in order to work in this place. It was a creek bank restoration project and involved cutting a bunch of snags and trees very close to all of these weird little abstract hippie commune style buildings in this village tucked away and private way out in the boonies. Trees then going to be skidded in as long of logs as possible by the riparian crews for the Creekbank (they wanted 60 foot logs). Super tight quarters everywhere. Bunch of other contractor types also scheduled to follow right after me and crews waiting on the work that depended on me. Job called for myself and two other climbers +3 ground guys. Both climbers called in sick, and the lady couldn't reschedule. Long day yesterday. Feel like I got hit by a truck. Ate an egg sandwich in the morning. Worked until 7:30 PM after starting at 6 AM. 100°F. When I first showed up in the morning with just my three ground guys. I was a bit overwhelmed by how much needed to be done and the technical aspects of these big snags in tight quarters. I felt like a newbie. I felt like maybe I wasn't cut out for tree work after all and I had only just deluded myself. (for the last 28 years). I just started putting 1 foot in front of the other and trying to make the best decisions possible. Once I got rolling I became confident that I was, in fact, an actual tree man. Shot 100% perfect bull's-eyes all day long. there were several times when I had to concede that there wasn't an easy way and forced myself to do things the right way. It's amazing to me how a rough start can affect my entire paradigm.
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