Almost as much as me and snowshoes.
I have had a long string of “accidents” while driving government vehicles. My inability to drive a government vehicle without wrecking it began when I was fighting wildfires. On one particular dispatch, little did I know, the fire wasn’t going to be the dangerous part of the job, getting to the fire was.
I had been driving for eight hours—because I was young and stupid and didn’t know how to boss boys around yet—and not one of the five boys riding in my rig was awake, which pissed me off. My truck was the last in line of a four vehicle caravan. We were in the left lane, passing a car, when suddenly the car sped up, cut off the first vehicle in our caravan, then slammed on its brakes and cut across the median. By the time my foot hit the brake pedal, the front of my truck was eating the back of the van in front of me.
On the plus side?
Every dumb boy in my truck was wide awake...and I didn't have to drive anymore.
Stories about being a wildlife biologist. They'll make you glad you're not a wildlife biologist. And if you are a wildlife biologist? They'll make you glad you're not me.
This is a blog. This is NOT peer-reviewed. This is not science. The stories I tell are mine. For those of you who don't understand: These stories are told from my point of view. They are my opinion and only that. They are my memories, however I choose to remember and/or embellish them. The resemblance of characters in my stories to anyone in my life is not completely unintentional, however, I strive to protect their identities; because seriously, the shit they do and say is humiliating and stupid.
Oh...I'm telling these stories because my therapist thinks it'll help my mental and emotional well-being.
Oh...I'm telling these stories because my therapist thinks it'll help my mental and emotional well-being.
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