great scenery!
Some days i am jealous, and some days I'm jealous-er!
🙂
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I have often noted I think a passion for the outdoors is a basic requirement for a career in land surveying. I would even go so far to say every good surveyor I have ever met would never trade a day in the field for a day shackled to a desk and keyboard. I think we very much become a part of the environs wherein we practice. And to me the very best time is the crisp mornings and sunny afternoons in autumn.
Isn't it funny how we all love the areas in which we work with specificity? My "woods" are full of sawbriars, cross timbers and poison ivy. But the vibrant red of the sumac and the smell of the cool woodland floor seems to quiet my dislike of pant-legs covered in stick tight seeds. And I understand we all have our own likes that differ with others. Like our absent cohort Mr. McMillan seems to have affection for the unforgiving landscapes of West Texas.
I have seen lots of beautiful places in our great nation, from the high country of the Sangre de Christos to the limestone escarpments of the Ozarks. But in my heart I'll leave surveying in those areas to those that know them as well as I know the woods where I apply my trade.
Now everybody that is indoors and looking at their monitors grab a tape and get out there and enjoy today. Carpe Diem...(okie translation: git 'er done) 😉
The heat, cold, smoke, terrain, brush, poison oak, beating the challenging conditions is fun.
One of the most beautiful places to be is the Desert floor in early spring right after a light rain.
Carpe Diem...(okie translation: git 'er done)
Now that right there's funny!!
jim.cox, post: 451733, member: 93 wrote: Nice - Where was it taken? I'm thinking that's Denali and Foraker...
You Sir, are correct! This last week I've been working out there the weather has cooperated to produce some stunning views. I never grow tired of it.
Some days I really don't like being solo....perched on a cliff at Lake Herrington....100' drop...not good for an old fart like myself...had to brace myself and hammer away at that boulder to get my rod on the rebar....I guess the boulder grew over the years and covered part of the cap....;)