I'm a lookout person. As the regular lookout hiked away down the trail for her days off, I felt happy. Six days in a fire lookout, alone! This was just what I needed after a busy season surrounded by people.
At the lookout, I'm never bored. There's always something to look at: the fires in the distant hills, deer and grouse beneath the tower, clouds racing overhead. One night a black bear climbed the summit south of the lookout, paused and looked around, and continued south into the wilderness. I climbed the ladder onto the roof and did some exercises up there. I hiked around, collecting firewood. Sometimes I just stoked up the wood stove and read a book. At night I went to sleep when the sun set, sometimes waking up startled by the moon.
I don't always like what goes on in the real world. I'm glad there are still places to go to get away.