Living & Working in Great Places
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Coolworks was my gateway into a whole new world full of people and places I hadn't even imagined existed.
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Yes, there is a book, it will reveal everything and more that embraces the experiences of seasonal work.
The work, the fun, the complete madness that can turn your entire world upside-down.
Basically I wrote this for you, the travelers, workers, and dreamers. - Danielle Rohr - Author
Also available for Kindle.
Here are some samples :
This place, the land is more ancient and pure; it’s like a strong concentrated tonic for the soul. If you take too much it can infect you, and if you don’t take enough you have missed it completely and your efforts were in vein.
You won’t find it on a tour bus, it is critical one gets off the bus and walks away from the road, and into the bush. Follow braided rivers; watch the gold sparkles in the ripples play tag with the sun. Find the glacial erratics, and then look backwards trying to imagine their journey as they traveled down with glaciers that have been gone for centuries. Peer into the earth, and see the way the valleys have been pulled and stretched, and breaks in the crust where they have been pushed upward, praising its maker, and the way the tundra contrasts the long expressive clouds above. Give yourself to this place, let it accept you, and take you in. Become part of the landscape here.
As I volunteer to leave the tent first, I go to unzip our little cocoon, when I see mistake number three. We removed anything with a smell, and placed it far from where we slept, with our bear can. Everything, except our hiking boots.” Oh God Jane”. “What Liz”? “ Our boots”.
When I think of the young girl, eagerly standing out on the Denali park road, gazing into the darkness watching, and waiting, counting on something to happen, looking for it, I know she is right. We have to stand out on that road, and look for it, wish for it, to find the moments that define us.
I am no longer a young wayward bear, confused and fearful. This place, my home has sculpted me, and forged me into the grizzly that I am. Standing out, scanning the great peaks, looking down on the luminous valleys, I know that it is time, and with one last forlorn look, I turn and seek my den. These images will keep me company in my dreams for the many long winter months that will gently soothe me. Goodnight Denali. “Goodnight Bear”, the wind howls softly.
There is really nothing to say. All I can do is leave these men in peace, and accept my defeat. I’m squinting hard, to keep the tears at bay. I turn and grab the door handle, swing it open, and head out the door without saying goodbye. So there I went, one foot after the other out into the creepy long hall, sad, rejected, and more alone than ever.