After 13 years, I left the field.  I know, I said I would never do that...something about the district office having no windows.  However...the time was right and the job was right...a ranger's gotta do what a ranger's gotta do.  Of course, about 2 minutes after reporting for my first day of work, I got called up for Hurricane Rita disaster relief- which is when I found out that Ranger=exempt, lots of overtime.  Outdoor Recreational Planner=NOT exempt, which means less OT.  Curses! Foiled again!

There's something mind-bending about driving around a disaster zone- a dash of "Boy, I am so glad this did not happen to ME!" and a big heaping dose of "I bet these people thought they'd never end up with a tree in their living room".  You never know when you're going to end up living in the FEMA trailer of life, if you know what I mean.

I have to say, I was proud of our Blue Roof work.  The work we were doing meant that a lot of people could stay in their own homes, and since living quarters were scarce down there that was important business. 

My new cubicle, however, does have no windows. If I want to see the sky, I have to go outside- or at least down to Real Estate, on the 2nd floor.  They have windows...the view is of a gorgeous parking lot.