Weighing a captured bat. Thursday. Hour ‘til midnight. It’s warm. 76. Fahrenheit. Not Celsius. Probably implied though. We Americans are hipsters when it comes to our measurement of temperature. Anyways. 90% humidity.
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Greg Kinman | July 23, 2013
Here is our boat, tied up at the launch at Eagle. The bluff towers over the tiny village.
On my second patrol, June 18th-26th, my supervisor, Josh, and I embarked on a motorboat trip up and down the section of the Yukon River that lies within Yukon-Charley Rivers National Preserve.
Eliza Stokes | July 19, 2013
Trail Crew is Stoked to be Netting! First of all, a lot of things went right this week.
Jon Whiting | July 19, 2013
First and foremost, I hate geese.
They are just terrible, god awful things. Last year they pooped all over my porch and attacked me during my morning jog on the regular.
But I’m not going to mention these vile creatures in this post. No sir.
I’m going to talk about their total opposites, waterfowlnesswise: Ducks. Lovely ducks.
Kalina Chung | July 18, 2013
We got our Burlap (and mulch) delivery! Here’s a picture of SCA’s Finest taking a break on the comfy burlap, soon to be used for purposes other than cushion.
After our ﬁrst week at the site, SCA’s Finest crew has ﬁnally settled down into a fun and productive routine, which perfectly ﬁts one of our frequently used mottos, “work hard, play hard”.
Greg Kinman | July 17, 2013
Our helicopter sitting at the picturesque Eagle airstrip.
Now that you all know a bit about me from my ﬁrst post, I’ll give you a description of my favorite day from my ﬁrst patrol. From June 6th-12th, I was stationed out of the Yukon-Charley Rivers National Preserve headquarters in Eagle, Alaska.
Karrie Kressler | July 17, 2013
I started seriously bicycling only recently when I moved to Pittsburgh, which is a heck of a place to start considering all of the hills here. It’s also surprising considering that while I was growing up I watched my role-model-dad bike to work every fair-weathered day.
Emmet Pruss | July 16, 2013
The tag on my hammock reads “Step 1 Relax.” There are no other steps; it’s a succinct instruction.
And a decent one to keep in mind at work—not just trail work, all work. All not work, too, in fact.
On our hitch at Mt. Greylock, John takes deep breaths between sips of this morning’s coffee. He has an interview at 5 PM.
Apoorva Mahajan | July 15, 2013
Looking back on my last blog post, I realize that I may have started off on the wrong foot. This time around, instead of writing on the topic of bears, near and dear to my outdoors experience so far, I’ll get back to the basics by giving a proper introduction to my day-to-day life.
Tishena Gillis | July 12, 2013
Hello everyone! Before I get into the details of my internship with the Army Corps of Engineers, I’d like to tell you how I spent my Independence Day. While I’m sure the majority of you cooked out, set off massive amounts of ﬁreworks, or simply enjoyed your day off work, my crew and I opted for a less traditional approach and had a gardening extravaganza to offset the beginning of summer.
Emmet Pruss | July 11, 2013
The Connecticut River gluts ﬂatly into the horizon, viewed from the observation deck atop Mt. Sugarloaf in Deerﬁeld, Massachusetts. Church steeples from small towns freckle the foothills, the spaces between them carpeted under humid shags of exhaling trees.
Kalina Chung | July 10, 2013
SCA’s Finest with our group contract.
Hello to you from Seattle, Washington! My name is Kalina, a born and raised Seattleite currently attending the University of Washington. I have participated in SCA’s International Crew, its Seattle school year program, and now I’m privileged enough to be the crew leader apprentice for a summer community crew program.
Greg Kinman | July 10, 2013
Hello! I’m Greg, from Dallas, Texas, and I’m working as a Photo Media Intern for Alaska’s Yukon-Charley Rivers National Preserve this summer. I’m based out of Fairbanks, but I ﬂy to the preserve, located in the eastern Alaskan Interior, for each of my four ten-day-or-so backcountry patrols.
Yes, I know that’s a long way to travel just for a summer internship.
Eliza Stokes | July 8, 2013
Baltimore Meets the Alaskan Wilderness- It’s Hard to See, But I’m Wearing an Orioles Baseball Cap!
“I have no idea what I’m gonna do this summer,” I told my friend Andrew as we sat on his couch this past winter break. “Do an SCA internship,” he said.
Jon Whiting | July 8, 2013
Let me tell y’all about some wildlife right quick.
Mississippi, or as I like to call it “Sippiland,” is a state teeming with various species-of animal and human-that I’ve never before had the pleasure of meeting. Or displeasure, in reference to these irritating mosquitoes.
Apoorva Mahajan | July 8, 2013
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.
Karrie Kressler | July 5, 2013
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.
Vicki Rubino | July 2, 2013
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.
Carolyn Lucey | June 28, 2013
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.
Carolyn Lucey | June 25, 2013
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.