It’s the end of the weekend as I write this and nothing happened as planned. Yesterday I had planned to work on the basement, but visitors changed that plan. I put the basement off till today and before I started I ran down to Driftwood II to check on the couple who are leaving — arrange a time to pick up gear from them, check in the volunteers who remain to insure that all the necessary chores are being taken care of and just schmooze a little with these folks. Our South Zone caretaker is going to take a host gig at Horsfall Beach — he was there while I was so we talked about the mechanics of when and where to change keys and gear for him too.
I was on my way back him when the phone rang — it was the same caretaker I had just left. It seems he thought he had been aware of a camper going into the shower before we started talking and an hour later he’d never seen the camper exit the shower and no one was responding inside the shower. Now, entering a locked shower is something with specifically proscribed steps and there must be at least two staff present. In the first place I wasn’t really thinking of being ‘on the clock’ so I never brought my keys with me and that meant a quick trip back home to pickup the right set of keys and then the — to me — nerve wracking of standing on the other side of the door from an unknown set of circumstances. I could never be a cop. And I realized then and there that this was not something I want to be in a position of doing. It turned out that the host was mistaken — there was NO ONE in that shower and all turned out well. But I learned a good lesson for myself — and it will reflect on what future volunteer gigs we take. I’m just not comfortable with that situation.
As it is there have been all sort so precautions taken to prevent the APPEARANCE of wrongdoing. The showers have no way place in which someone on the backside of the shower wall — in the pipe chase — can see into the showers — but the Forest Service has had crevices filled with foam just to guarantee to the public that no one can/could observe them while showering. I suppose this is a part of living in a modern society. But I’m a simple guy who doesn’t do things like that and it sometimes amazes me the extent to which government must go to make the public happy.
Another host had dumpsters overflowing and we made a trip our SUV down to Reedsport to pick up a truck with which we could carry some garbage cans to the campground. while there we had a nice chat with the couple there. It looks like they’ll be coming back next year, and they are finding their own ways to make campers comfortable and make the campground a special place. People like this are worth their weight in gold!
In between the two I did get a chance to do some work on the basement. The new storage tubs will work out fine but the deciding what goes in which and where in the basement each container should ride is just beginning.
By the time we returned home it was 6:30 and the sun was beginning to fall below the tops of the trees. No mid afternoon aperitif. But beef stew for dinner.
Sometimes the other volunteers feel badly about interrupting our weekend off. But it doesn’t bother me. For one thing I figure it’s part of the job — I’m the interface between Forest Service and Volunteers. Most of them have learned that their first call for maintenance issues is to paid staff — so they do respect our days off. But the other side of the story is that we are just like them. I would not want to be left out there in the forest to flounder and I don’t want them to feel that way either. There may be moments when the phone rings that I want to ignore it, but I’m never sorry when I have, and I’m always glad for the final outcome. If you can’t be — you shouldn’t be volunteering. We’re here to help. And sometimes people don’t need help on a schedule.
This week is the week that Da Boss is on vacation. It will be interesting to see how the week goes. I know there are confidential events scheduled in the first couple days — so the volunteer territory might change while she’s gone — but there is one thing sure here — everything is in a state of flux at all times.
Thanks for stopping by, and I’ll talk with you tomorrow.