How To Be a Fruit Tramp
Apple picking can be tough but it is good work. Learn how to be a fruit tramp in this article from Spokane Natural, Spokane Washington.
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The average American adult seems to believe that laziness
rates high on the list of musts for being a (cringe)
hippie. Actually, though the majority of heads shun the
typical nine-to-five mind-shrinking drudge, most members of
the disestablishment not only find it necessary to search
out some gainful employment . . . but can really dig
working. Under the right conditions.
Unfortunately, the number of jobs available to young people
even verging on freakiness is quite limited. Especially
around Spokane. Those jobs that are open are often
quite distasteful and short-lived.
Since many heads like to work hard for part of the year and
reap the benefits the rest of the time, the ideal job for
such people would be a seasonal occupation. One that pays
proportionately to the amount of labor involved. A job open
to anyone capable of handling the work - freaky or not.
We've found one occupation we'd like to recommend to those
of you looking for this sort of deal.
Last year, a couple we know decided to pick apples for the
fall and were so monetarily successful and spoke so highly
of the experience that this year, prompted by a fruit
growing co-op's ad in the Spokane papers, we decided to try
it ourselves.
We ended up driving from Wenatchee up the Okanogan Valley
nearly into Canada, looking for the Right Place to work.
After stopping several times, we landed four miles out of
Tonasket at a place next door to the farm the fruit co-op
sent us to.
Wildly enough, we really lucked out. Because we were a
couple, the fellow who hired us decided to let us live in a
small housetrailer that he and his wife use on weekends
during the winter. Though we had only cold running water
and an outhouse, we soon found that we were much better off
than the pickers who end up in clapboard cabins, possibly
woodheated, often rather grungy.
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