The burn plan I wrote is useless; the grass in the burn unit turned green almost overnight. Other people are burning though; aggressive columns rise from somewhere on the adjacent forest. The temporary employees start in a month. A month! We start seriously planning the training schedule and shuffle through their folders, looking for missing documentation. I send them a flurry of emails, half of which they probably ignore.
But first, I had to visit winter one more time. Dressed in ski gear, I drove up to the hill, passing people wearing shorts and flip flops. The trip to the snow only took about 20 minutes. The runs were empty. There were no lift lines, and by that I mean no people in line at all.