Most people don't look at this photo and think happy thoughts, but boy howdy! I saw this on my Insta-feed today and I was giddy. There is a special thing about being part of the wildland fire community that there aren't really words for. The energy on the line and at ICP is unlike any other that I've encountered. The commraderie is unlike any other. It's just...unique. And I love it. And I miss it. Every rough season I say "I'm not ever doing this again", and then, by March, I am so excited for fire season I can smell it. Like literally. The air starts to get warmer, and suddenly I'm dreaming of nomex and polaskis. I look around outside and imagine where a temporary repeater would best be placed.
Ahhhh, bliss.
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