Weeks of wilderness give a unique perspective on things like the importance of PhDs, the Internet, and showering. Back in the real world I'm a bit at a loss - no bears? no Alberta Premium? My problems can't all be solved by screaming "ON YA BIKE!" and planting harder? Oh.
The end of treeplanting involved hitchhiking to Montréal, cooking a large amount of bargain seamonsters, biking while singing sea shanties, tea, guitars, the Montreal International Jazz Festival, Dollar Cinema and in general one of the happiest weeks of my life. I'm currently in Philadephia tying up loose ends and my life is relatively calm, which allows for the blag.
Sometimes treeplanting isn't very fun. Luckily, my crew and planting partners were pretty cool, and when things got annoying, we sang songs. Favourites were I've Just Seen a Face by the Beatles and various old Maritime songs, so I learned more sea shanties in the landlocked province of Ontario than ever on the coast. Barrett's privateers was a perennial, if only because it has eight verses and features cannons.
