There is something intrinsically invigorating about an end of the day and being in the state of whole and utter physical exhaustion.  For all who know the feeling, they can recall that even the achievement of soreness by dusk is somewhat sensational.  I was working with a volunteer group on North Elbert this past week, and with a project site above treeline, the hike was steep and the work strenuous.  Upon asking how one of my volunteers felt, I was tickled to see her eyes shine in amazement as she responded in excited exclamation, (with, perhaps, even a touch of incredulity,) “I’m so tired! It feels great!” Listening to her delighted rambles on what an opportunity it was to put in honest work, fill her hands, and spend the day in sunshine, I smiled exuberantly.  Sharing one of the reasons why I love my work was not a bad end to my day.


Becca Elderkin

The number of seasons in Conservation under my suspenders : four. Times returned to the irresistible Colorado Rockies: three (I seem, simply, unable to stay away). Number of coats necessary to brave the snow covered peaks this Spring, especially, after a winter of teaching Environmental Sciences in North Carolina: two. Finally, the number of years I\\’ve been working, officially, with CFI: one! After working alongside CFI as a Corps member on two extended projects, I am grateful to be here.