I've long dreamed of getting back to the land, but for many years I wasn't sure just how far "back" I wanted to go. So I searched for an in-between job that would allow me to test the workability of my goal before I actually committed myself to it. Eventually I heard about the National Park Service's volunteer program, which offers seasonal work in national parks all over the country. I looked through the job listings, applied for three that interested me, and — luck must have been with me — landed the post of a forest guard for the Olympic National Park in Washington state.
On my first hike in to Elkhorn, the remote outpost where I was to live and work, I was accompanied by the local forest ranger and his wife. While helping me move in, the pair eased some of my jitters by filling me in on the details of the job and providing lots of time-saving hints for quickly accomplishing the in-cabin chores.
My duties were much like those of any park ranger: I collected trash left by campers, answered visitors' questions, did repair and drainage work on the mountain trails, and maintained the guard station. I was also responsible for other tasks, such as splitting cedar shakes for a roof and carrying emergency rations to posts that were miles from my own.
Elkhorn is a two-room log building with battleship gray paint on the floor, white split boards on the ceiling, beige panels in the living/sleeping room, and glossy white walls in the kitchen. (The single inner wall of the hut, which separates the two rooms, is a simple partition of vertical poles with thick cedar shakes nailed to them.)
The usual work schedule consisted of ten days on duty followed by four days off. Since the cabin is located 12 miles up a trail, I usually spent the first and last days of my work period hiking to and from the post. During the six-hour walk, I picked up litter and moved any trees that had fallen across the path. Upon reaching "home" following my days off, I always immediately fired up the small wood stove to take the chill off the place, put a pot of tea on to brew, and organized my gear to prepare for eight days of tough physical labor.
Cooking soon became one of my favorite wilderness activities, since I found it remarkably easy to adapt to the quirks of my cabin's old woodburning cookstove. Before long I'd developed the habit of keeping a large pot of water simmering on the back of the stove. I also learned how to vary the positions of pots and pans in order to cook at different temperatures. (I usually started a three-course meal by setting every pot directly over the firebox ... then, by serving time, all the utensils would be clustered at the cool end of the stove top.)
And my backwoods diet was more varied (and tasty) than you might think! The ranger left me a large supply of canned goods, and I supplemented the stock with my own tea, rice, noodles, beans, cornmeal, whole wheat bread, and sprouts. One of my favorite dishes was pinto beans and rice, a recipe I picked up from an old-timer who'd spent a good many years in the mountains. To make the simple meal, I'd first soak one part beans in a quart of water all day long ... then — when I came in from work — I would add three parts brown rice to the softened beans and cook the stew for an hour or so, until the edibles were tender. (For a tangier taste, I sometimes added a spoonful or two of catsup and an equal measure of apple cider vinegar... delicious!)
Fall in the Olympics is always a rainy season, so I was able to harvest a bumper crop of mushrooms from the wet forest that year. Since I'm not an expert on fungi, I simply learned to recognize one edible variety that was common in my area, and foraged only for that particular spore producer. I usually prepared the tasty mushrooms by slicing them and sautéing them in butter over low heat until they were half their original size.
I also supplemented my diet with the occasional mountain trout that I either panfried or — better yet — broiled over hardwood embers. (To "open-fire" cook my catch, I'd simply clean the fish, split it down the middle, and spread the two halves on a grate over a small fire. Once the flesh had turned white and crumbly, I'd heap it on rice or noodles . . . and feast heartily!)
My other domestic chores included washing clothes ... which was always a big undertaking, even though my working wardrobe consisted of nothing more than one pair of pants, several shirts, underclothes, socks, and a few dish towels. To begin the cleaning process, I'd fill a five-gallon bucket about half full of warm water, then add a sprinkling of detergent and my dirty garb. The agitator for my do-it-yourself washer was a regular sink plunger ... operated by hand, of course. After about ten minutes of energetic plunging (it's good for whatever ails ya!), I'd rinse each garment separately and hang everything on a rope strung between my hut and the woodshed. (The moist Washington weather, however, usually wouldn't allow clothes to dry completely, so I often had to drape the damp items over an indoor clothesline .)
Showers were also rustic affairs at Elkhorn. Whenever I decided that a cleansing was overdue, I'd put about 2 1/2 gallons of water to warm on the woodstove (the heat left over from cooking breakfast or dinner was usually enough to start it boiling). Meanwhile, I'd half-fill a plastic-coated firefighting waterbag with cold water. When the boiling liquid was added to the sack, the resulting water temperature would be perfect. Then — with the contraption hanging from a nail on one of the porch beams — I would use the hose attached to the bottom of the bag to enjoy a nice, warm shower.
Whenever I began to ache for a little fun, I simply climbed the steep hill that rose behind my cabin to a small, natural shelf where strong winds had knocked down several trees. The ranger had already cut the large evergreens into 16"-thick rounds and laid them on their sides to prevent water saturation and rot. My homespun entertainment consisted of rolling a wooden cylinder to the edge of the shelf, pushing it off, and leaning back to watch the show. I found that — if I aimed carefully — I could send the logs right up to the edge of the back porch . . . and then the work began.
My method was to split each beast in half and then into quarters ... hoist a chunk to the top of the chopping block (which was a whole cross section of a tree trunk) . . . and whack off the inside point of the wooden wedge. Each remaining bolt was then split into 2" X 8" pieces, and finally chopped into stovewood.
This neatly cut timber didn't go into my stove, however, since I was still working my way through a store of lumber cut by the previous year's outpost guard. In turn, I stacked my newly split pieces on the porch to dry . . . and then stowed them in the shed before I left, so that the volunteer who followed me at Elkhorn would also have plenty of well-aged fuel.
After each day's chores were done, and the report was entered in the cabin journal, I had a chance to rest and enjoy the quiet evening. I usually just collapsed into a big easy chair with my harmonica or a pile of magazines (some of which were over 30-years old!) left behind by my predecessors, campers, and visitors. On especially still nights, I liked to wander out into the meadow and look back at the little cabin tucked into the woods. It made a peaceful scene ... with a ribbon of smoke rising straight up from the stovepipe in its roof, and the muted glow of my gas lantern shining from the windows.
Once the damp night chill of the Olympic Mountains had seeped through my clothes, however, I always retreated to the warmth of the little wood stove and savored the end of another day as a National Forest station guard. And, although I do feel that my stay in the Olympics was all too short, it was definitely a worthwhile experience. After all, it showed me that I really can make it on my own in the wilderness, and that I'll be happy moving as far back to the land as I can!
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