It was all business when I arrived at main camp that first year. Here's a samplin' of my responsibilities and let's just say I had to suck it up and check my glamorous side at the door:
- Burn tons of garbage with oil in barrels and empty the ashes into the field
- Take the slop bucket on the ol tractor and swish it down the river
- Pull orders of food and supplies for all the other camps
- Start and stop the generator
- Look after the horses
- Stoke the heat more with huge logs you can barely lift and be sure not to singe your bangs and eyelashes off when you open the blazing inferno
- Meet the plane
- Clean and organize the shops and tackrooms
- Pump fuel and roll barrels of diesel
- Pick up dog shit
- Weed the garden, fill the water tank
- Lug random shit, here, there and everywhere
- Dishes
- And the list goes on ...
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