I’ve been meaning to write this ever since I got back from
planting three months ago, but clearly that never happened. People have asked
me how it was, to which I’d usually reply “I had a love/hate relationship.”
It’s really difficult to sum up 2 months worth of experiences in a few
sentences, so instead I verbally vomited on my blog. Enjoy.
Tree Planting
There is certain discomfort and pain associated with it. From aching muscles,
blistering hands and feet, trench foot, numb toes, and claw-hand...it's all
part of the job. Oh and the cold, rain, mud, swamps, blistering heat, sun,
bugs, endless walking, exhaustion and long, rough bus rides, living in a tent,
long line-ups for a warm (if you're lucky) low pressure shower; I
mean...probably the furthest thing from anyone's "dream job."
So...why?
The thought had crossed my mind years ago when I had just moved. I had a few
friends that had done it and it sounded tough, but totally my kind of thing. I
had considered doing it in Quebec years ago, but when push came to shove, I
couldn't go that far away from home. Not yet. But years slipped by and things
changed. I changed. I was coming to the end of my 4 years of university and
with another year of schooling ahead of me, there was no point (in my mind...)
of getting a "career" job. I would much sooner spend it doing
something that would challenge me, something outdoors, something new. I wanted
an adventure, so bush life for two months it was. I started thinking
about applying to Havemans where I had known some others had worked. It didn't
take me long: I got a couple friends in on it and it was done. I applied, got
an interview and a few weeks later was notified that I got the job. Did I
really know what I was in for? Not at all. I didn't really know what to
expect. I mean, obviously I didn't think I'd be planting a farmers field, but
I'm pretty sure no one can fully prepare you. for the job. I'd talked to
a few friends that had done it, but everyone's experience is different. Our
year especially was bad: land, lack of organization, bugs...
Road Trip
Once upon a time, these 3 crazy people decided to go tree
planting
We left on May 10 for our road trip to Thunder Bay. It was quite
the drive; I'd never been that far north or west. The landscape was drastically
different, deciduous trees largely predominating. Tall, green, spruce loomed
high as mountains, far as the eye could see, and jagged rocks jutted out here
and there. This was the rugged North that welcomed me. It was awfully cold,
much colder than Southern Ontario. On the second day of our journey, 6 out of
10 hours of driving was through a blizzard. The majority of lakes were frozen
over, their shores showing merely a hint of thawing. The only vehicles we
shared the road with were logging trucks. We chilled on Sunday, taking in what
Thunder Bay had to offer. It was a pretty place, gorgeous wharves and rocky
mountains, but it was bloody cold. I was thankful I had packed a suitcase full
of wool sweaters, socks and thermal pants. I was going to need them if this was
any indication of what the future held for me. It was not uncommon, from what I
heard, for planters to get snowed on at least once a season. So I went prepared
for frigid climates.
The Real Deal
We arrived at the shop on Monday May 13. Pulling in, we were greeted with a
parking lot littered with people, random piles of luggage strewn over the yard,
school buses, heavy duty Ford trucks and trailers. It was a little overwhelming
and we didn't really know where to start. After filling out some paperwork, we
threw all our belongings into a trailer among everyone else’s. They made it
very clear that we better get the right trailer because if not, we wouldn't be
seeing our stuff again.
Hanging at the office after transferring our stuff
Once our
stuff was thrown in and labeled, we got to personalize the school bus, the
vehicle that would take us to and from our pieces every day. We formed special
bonds with those buses, I tell you. A few hours after arriving, we were on our
way. I had thought we were planting in Thunder Bay...but I was sorely wrong.
There were three different crews and mine, Crossroutes, was headed to Fort
Francis, bordering Minnesota, which was another 4 hours away. And so we hopped
on our bus for the first ride of the season, off to discover our tree planting
fate.
We
arrived at our "camp site" before dark, thankfully. Our belongings
were chucked out of the trailer onto the ground, everything covered in dust
(most of the roads out there were dirt). We found all our stuff and went off to
claim our spot. It wasn't much of a camp site, not your typical one anyway. We
took a walk down "tent ally", as it was called...really just a gravel
drive, to claim our spot. We were pretty thankful for our full sized swiss army
cots - although we gave those up once we moved camp so we could fit three of us
in a tent; choosing to take the sandy beach as a substitute. It was nice to be
above the ground, especially during the big rain storms we had where other's
tents and belongings were completely flooded. The cots also served as a
place to hang our damp clothes.
This was
our tent at the second camp: the tree became our sock holder since they
were way too smelly to stay in our tent
The first week we learned a lot of planting lingo. Terms like
chico, block, piece, plot, cream, scarified, unscarified, reefer, cache, duff
shot, slash and ghost-lining were thrown around, but we had no idea what they
meant. We discovered that tree planting has a language of it's own.
The first few weeks were by far the most difficult. Learning how
to plant wasn't the easiest thing. I was constantly afraid I wasn't doing it
properly. You had to make sure you were planting quality stuff because they
hired people to come and do quality checks. Pods could not be exposed, trees
had to be straight, tight, and had to be spaced accurately. Quality checkers
came in, threw a shovel in the ground, attached a 15 ft rope and walked around
in a circle. To pass a plot check, you had to have between 9/12 quality trees
in a plot, unless the land didn't allow for it. (e.g. rocks etc) If you failed,
you repoed. A word no one wanted to hear. That meant you walked your land,
checked all your trees - wasted a lot of time. There are something like 27 ways
you can plant a tree, but only one way you can plant a good one - a lot to
think about when you're first learning.
This is what a typical piece of land might look like
They taught us how to find a micro-site. You had to screef,
basically a kicking motion with your boot, back and forth across the land to uncover
the site. Then you tossed your shovel in, made a C-cut, pulled the earth
forward, took the tree with your left hand, planted it and then kicked the
earth to close the soil in around it. Repeat a few thousand times and that is
your average day in a the life of a planter. Monotonous work, that's for sure.
Sometimes we spent too much time finding our land boundaries, and that slowed
us down.
A Day in a Planters Life
Basically the day went as follows:
5:20 alarm goes off - you pull up your blankets up over your
frozen face and groan for a half hour.
5:50 you get out of bed. For the first month, I slept in
whatever I planned to wear the next day because the air was way too cold to
change in the morning.
6:00 lunch stuff was set out in the food tent. We'd pack
however much food we wanted for the day and throw it in our backpacks. Then we
ate breakfast, grabbed our gear and got on our assigned bus.
6:30 the bus left.
Mess Tent/Planter gear
Planting Buddies
Once we were on the bus, duct tape came out. We taped our fingers
and palms. I did it because I hate wearing gloves. Tape allowed your hands to breathe,
while still somewhat protecting them. I always taped my shoe laces too,
otherwise they came undone.
sporting the tape
8:00 we arrived at our block -depending how far our site
was...first few weeks we had an hour-hour/half drive and they were walk-in
sites, meaning we had to shoulder our planting bags, back packs and carry
however many gallons of water we took for the day, and our shovel. We had a few
pieces that took us about 45 minutes to walk to - probably the biggest piss off
ever, because obviously you don't get paid for that. We would be shown
our piece of land by one of the crew bosses. They'd take us to a starting
point, usually along the quad path or trucking road and point to some tree way
back in the distance. They'd tell us to line in (meaning we'd tie flagging tape
to trees every 20 feet or so until our back line) and once we reached the tree line
(often not visible from the road), we would move right until we hit the next
persons flag line. That was our piece, that’s what we would fill. Me and my
partner got lost numerous times in our piece, not always a fun thing
considering what's out there. I got completely disoriented when I was alone one
time. I was just walking back to the cache, but went a different way then
normal. After a few minutes I realized I didn't recognize the landscape at all,
and panic set in. I yelled and got no response. Considering someone got left
behind once at a block, there was reason to be scared.
waiting for our crew boss to show us our piece
Trees are
planted 6 feet apart. You measured it by steps. For me it was every two and a
half. It didn't matter what the land looked like, you had to walk it. Sometimes
loggers did a real shit job cleaning up their mess, so you would run into
massive piles of logs/stumps/chips and you would have to tromp over that with
700 or so trees on your hips. Easier said than done. I fell numerous times. One
day it was pouring rain, and I was walking across my land, stepped over a
fallen log, was snagged by the pants and got knocked down flat on my back with
a bag full of trees. Trying to get up with 700 trees isn't the easiest thing to
do. If you ran into a swamp on your land, you still had to go through it. That
was probably the worst thing, having soaking wet boots all day. I wouldn't have
minded so much, except it always killed the feet. Swamp foot, it was known as.
Our land in general all season was pretty crappy and it became extremely
frustrating. We rarely had cream. Once your bags were empty, you would go
back to the cache where your food and water was. A "cache" consisted
of the boxes of trees that the tree-runners left for us and replenished
throughout the day. There were two different species that we started off with:
Jack Pine and Black Spruce. The spruce for wet land, pine for high and dry.
Generally speaking, you would aim to empty your bags in a way that you ended up
back at the cache just as you bagged out so you wouldn't have to dead walk.
You'd get to the cache, throw out your plastic wraps, fill your
bags again and maybe grab something to eat quickly, refill your water and be
off again. Planters carry several hundred seedlings at a time in specially
designed tree planting bags that rest on your hips. I typically carried between
6-700 trees at a time: 500 comfortably. At times the weight of more than 500
was almost unbearable, especially when traversing rough terrain, or near the
end of the day. We planted until whatever time they told us to be back at the
bus, usually 5:00. Dinner was usually set out around 6:30/7, depending what
time we quit, and we would gorge ourselves on monstrous portions of dinner and
desserts. Most people disappeared after dinner, tuckered after a long day,
especially the first few weeks as it was pretty cold in the evenings. You just
wanted to snuggle up with your blankets.
Later on once it warmed up, it got more exciting. We would hang out and play
Frisbee, toss a football, play euchre or just hang out around a fire. Swimming
in the lake was pretty common too, especially once we moved camp and had a nice
beach instead of a boat launch. Most of us ended up bathing in the lake rather
than waiting for the line up that accompanied the showers. Even though
there were leeches, the lake proved to be quite refreshing.
An hour long wait one morning for logging
trucks...photoshoot time
Some bus rides were awful. The roads were not maintained.
Washboards, potholes etc were part of everyday driving. For some reason, we
always sat in the back of the bus, where you feel the bumps the most of course.
One day we were ripping down a road and hit a massive bump and all of us in the
back came within an inch of smoking our heads on the roof. One guy who was
passed out horizontally on the seat flew up and landed on the floor wedged in
between seats. As such were our wonderful rides to and from camp.
saying bye to friends was never fun
I swear weekends are what got us through the planting days. We
worked Tuesday-Saturday and got Sundays and Monday’s off. We would head out of
camp an hour after we got back from planting on Saturday night and stay in a
hotel. We crammed up to 10
people in a room, minimizing the cost.
It was always interesting. Saturday nights were by far the highlight. We showed
up at the hotel, got our rooms and then hit up the local club. You can imagine,
about 40 of us walking in to a small town club. We literally took the thing
over. So much fun. We’d hang out there until about 1am and then walk back to
our hotel. One weekend, they kept the pool open for us until 5am! How we scored
that, I have no idea. People were so rowdy. On that particular night, we had
gone to Tims after the club ‘cause we were starving. We met one of the guys who
was walking back by himself, completely drunk out of his mind. So we stayed
with him and helped him back to the hotel. Of course, once he saw the pool
party there was no stopping him. I went in just to check it out and got thrown
in, clothes and all, by one of the guys. To be expected, I suppose...but having
a Tim's sandwich in hand and clothes on, I thought I'd be safe. Sunday we’d
wake up, go to church and then spend the rest of the day doing whatever
shopping we needed to get done. And of course there was the Laundromat party.
Wherever we wanted to go, we walked. One weekend we were staying in Fort
Francis and went across the border to the movies in Minnesota. It was probably
a good hour walk just to get there. When you’re on your feet day after day
planting, and then walking all day on your off day...it gets pretty tiresome.
We would head back to camp on Sunday evening and just hung out there on Monday.
Monday was also optional plant day. Everyone was in charge of their own food
that day. Our staple meal was pizza pockets, on the bbq. It was the best. That,
and our must-have peanut butter m&ms! Couldn't go a week without eating a
bag of them!
Tree planting changes a person. Temporarily, at the very least. Imagine
living in a tent for two months. Working in all kinds of weather conditions.
Wet feet.
Wet hair.
Wet clothes.
Cramped legs.
Long bus rides.
Miles and miles of walking.
Freezing cold nights.
Ticks.
Mosquitoes.
Black flies.
Deerflies.
Bears.
I didn't see a bear myself until my very last day in Thunder Bay,
unfortunately. Bears weren't too much of a concern for me. I was more scared
about moose, as they are territorial animals. Thankfully I never had to deal
with one. We had an issue with bears in our camp, especially the 2nd camp. We
were camped out on the beach, down the hill from the mess tents and main camp
area, and the garbage bins were up the hill again from that. So while they
never came down to the beach, they raided the bins a few times.
I remember the first day the black flies came out. It was hell on earth.
I had a bug net on, but it did absolutely nothing for me. They found ways to
get inside through the little holes around the neck, and they would
relentlessly chew away at your flesh. I was constantly slapping at my face. I
got so pissed off at them I was practically running while planting, swatting
them away madly. If someone saw me that day they probably would have deemed me
insane. Some people got bit so bad their entire face swelled up. Others eyes
were swollen closed. They're relentless. The first month we battled the black
flies and mosquitoes and ticks. The second month, the deerflies came. They were
probably the worst. While they didn't bite as much as the other insects, they tormented
you. From the moment I stepped off to the moment I got back on the bus, they
buzzed around my head. One day it was so bad that when I took my cache break, I
wrapped myself in the tarp to get a moment of peace. The flies literally drove
me insane. I remember several nights waking up in the middle of the night and
itched myself literally for a half hour straight. Once you start it's so hard
to stop...
I wore leggings, and eventually they would get holes from getting snagged
on stuff. One day on the ride home I noticed this on my leg. Hundreds of
black flies had chewed away at my flesh. That mark is dried up blood caked with
dead black flies. I still have a scar from it...
Ticks were the least of my worries. When people first talked about
them at the beginning of the season, I was honestly a little grossed out.
However, of all the things I had to deal with, they would be my top choice.
Getting rid of them is as simple as pinching and pulling them out of your skin.
Killing them...the only way you could really do that was sticking them to duct
tape. They would lie there, squirming their little legs sometimes for days
before dying. Torturing them was awfully satisfying, not going to lie. Burning
them with a lighter, or smashing them with a rock were really the only options
for killing them. Pinching or squishing with your finger just wouldn't work.
Above my cot in my tent I had a piece of duct tape hanging so in the middle of
the night when I felt them crawling on me, I could stick them on something and
know they wouldn't pester me again. Duct tape was a planters best friend.
swag-sexy Saturday
Tree planting stole away any societal norms that we knew. We
really did not care about appearance. Many girls came home at the end of the
day with a well defined dirt stache It was bush life, what do you expect? You
relieved yourself wherever, whenever no matter who was around, really, and
talked freely about it. We had competitions as to who came up with the most
creative place to go. Some went as far as to climb a chico (dead tree). Others
of us used the middle of the road, just for fun, or in the middle of our
neighbours cream, aka good land. Sure made life interesting. Where
meal times are concerned...we were pigs. I piled my plate for breakfast, packed
like 5 muffins, a sandwich, 10 cookies, and fruit for my lunch. Not even
exaggerating. For dinner, a huge plate, plus seconds, plus dessert. We ate
well. We ate like pigs. No one cared. Not when you're tree planting. The
best was our attire. I packed way too many clothes. Sweaters, thermal
pants, sweat pants, tonnes of t-shirts. All I ended up ever wearing were
leggings and plaid. To the club, to church, to work. That was my outfit.
Oh, and wool socks and sandals.
There was one day that I remember being particularly difficult. We had been
given an internal (meaning we had to walk through someone else's piece and
their back lined our front) and the day before we had hit the big two-four
(2,400...you get an extra half cent per tree when you hit that number or higher).
Needless to say we were pretty tired the next day. Not to mention it was
boiling hot, no breeze whatsoever and the deerflies were awful, as usual. Our
piece had a pretty big swamp section and we were tempted to take our shirt off,
soak it in swamp water, and throw it back on. At that point we really didn't
care how smelly it was. It meant
being cool for a few minutes. I soaked my shirt, and my bandanna That was also
the day where we found a log, and we sat for about an hour, poking fun at each
other, reminiscing and complaining about how awful tree planting was. Some days
were like that, you just couldn't be motivated no matter what. A similar day
which we found it really difficult to be motivated, was when our bus got stuck.
We had passed our road and went to turn around. The driver misjudged how soft
the land was and we were stuck. A bus full of us. We sat around for at least a
half hour trying to get it out but to no avail. People slowly started
meandering off. Others of us were so pissed and had no desire to walk. (It was
probably an hour walk to our piece from there, and we were lugging all our
equipment, food, and water.)
But, you don't plant, you don't get paid. And so we walked. Once
we got to our piece, we were so bushed that a group of five of us just sat down
and chilled for an hour before we even planted one tree. Another really crappy
day was the day of bees. It was a pretty hot day to begin with, and our piece
was typical: crap. The first few hours were okay, until I got stung-not once,
but six times in a row on the leg. I booked it out of my piece, dishing out
more profanities than an Eminem single as I ran like a mad woman down the
road. It was one of the most painful things ever. I got stung another 3 times
that day...
biggest box fire of the season
Planter Prom
Hillybilly Style
The adventures did not stop when tree planting did, however. Our
journey home ended up being quite an ordeal as well. July 6 we planted our last
tree of the season, finishing off our 4-million tree contract. What a feat. We
packed up on the 7th and headed to Thunder Bay. A group of six of us were
planning on catching the 9pm Greyhound bus to Toronto. However, upon arriving
at the station we found out they were full - AND - the next bus didn't leave
until 24 hours later: we were stranded. That didn't get us down whatsoever
though: we made the best of it. What did we care? It meant one more day of
adventures, one more day of reminiscing together and trying to wrap our minds
around the fact that we just lived in the bush doing one of the toughest jobs
for two months. We made friends with the two guys working at the station, kept
them and ourselves entertained until they closed at midnight. They let us keep
our luggage in a back room over night, which was pretty amazing! We really
didn't have any kind of plan for the night. We for sure didn't want to fork out
for a hotel, cause we are cheap like that. So we split up. Three of us slept
(or tried to) outside the Greyhound Bus Station. It was an interesting
experience. I didn't sleep at all. After a few hours we decided it was
ridiculous. I had been texting a buddy who was hanging with some tree planters
at the bar, and they told us to come hang out. So at 2am I called a cab and we
were on our way. We met up with a bunch of people and hung out for an hour or
two before heading to McDonalds. Only the drive thru was open, and there was a
sign that said "no walk-thru." We were extremely hungry, it being
like 3:30 but didn't have a vehicle. So someone decided to take all our orders
and then make friends with some random lady who was driving through. Meanwhile,
the rest of us thought it'd be super fun to climb up on the roof because...why
not? So we did, and turns out the manager found out, called the cops and 6 got
busted and issued a nice $65 fine.
After that we ended up in someone's truck and got dropped off at a motel where
our supervisor and some crew bosses were hanging out. We had decided we
definitely weren't staying there over night: too crowded. When our supervisor
saw us he was like "get me out of here..." so we ended up driving 45
minutes to his house. We got there around 5, met his two dogs and puppies-they
were the cutest things ever! Definitely fell in love...
Anyways, so we got next to no sleep that night. At noon he drove
us back into Thunderbay where we hung out all day doing nothing really. We were
exhausted. Finally at 9pm we were on the bus, our journey almost finished. The
bus ride wasn't really fun. We were quite cramped, making it impossible to
sleep. It was a long ride: 18 hours or so. When we got into Toronto, I
discovered that I was missing a bag: my tent with a moose antler attached to
it. After inquiring, the bus driver told me it had got dropped off at the
Yorkdale stop. So we had to contact the manager and get it shipped over on the
next bus, making us wait at least an hour. But the looks I received walking
around T.O. with a moose antler was totes worth it! And so ended our
trip...it was a bittersweet feeling.
In Summary
It was such a great experience. You learn a lot about yourself, what you're
really capable of. I have such a respect for anyone who does this job because
really, it is one of the toughest. You really push yourself to the limit. By
the end of the season, I reached my goal of 3,000. Someone had told me before I
left that there was no way I could plant that many, and it was my goal to prove
them wrong. I know I could have done much better, looking back. But the fact
that I did reach the goal I set before going was quite satisfying. It's hard to
summarize a two month experience. It really is. There are so many aspects of it
that I absolutely loved. So many highlights. But it's probably safe to say it
is the toughest job. It requires a crazy amount of stamina. It is all about
speed, determination, and most importantly, attitude. There are many days when
you wake up wondering what the hell was I thinking?
Was it worth it? Most definitely. But, after one particularly bad day of planting, I
promised I would write myself a letter which would contain all the reasons why
I never ever wanted to plant another tree in my life. However, I never got
around to writing that letter, and I'd love to go back some day, if I ever get
the chance. Tree planters are pretty bad ass, I must say. I was proud to have
been part of such an amazing team because really, the people are what make it.
The memories will be with me for life.