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Dawn's Gypsy Caravan Crew: From 70 Mile to Whitecourt, 3000km and Counting

Jan
3
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By Dawn Brinkman

The 2013 season was one to be reckoned with. Our gypsy caravan of a crew covered 3000km, from the southern semi-arid Cowboy interior to the Northern heights of the Stikine valley to the oilfield swamps of Northern Alberta. It was a long and lucrative season for the crew, and we had an outstanding team on staff, happy clients, and a great vibe in camp.

This is the PG Fir Camp and Life is Good: PLUS! John Beaton's Coastal Tour: Where there are Mountains Underwater and Underwater Mountains

Jan
2
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By John Beaton, Supervisor/ Coastal Coordinator

The Fir Camp. 2013. Prince George. The sun is coming up as the steam rises from your 3rd cup of coffee. You’re about to load up again, but you’re ready. It was a good season and already, though you may not have admitted it to yourself, you look forward to the next. Your mind loses focus when you think about the hard days, and seems to gain a crystal clarity when you remember the good, projecting those days to otherwise unreachable status. You are a planter in the Fir Camp, and life is good.

Timo's 2013 B.C. Overview: Encouraged by the Grassroots, Take-Charge Leadership of Brinkman Field Staff

Dec
31
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By Timo Scheiber, BC Operations Manager

For me each ‘season’ is split into three overlapping phases: securing projects, plan & prepare, and operational. With that in mind each yearly cycle starts with our fall viewing / negotiating / bidding, rolls into the winter of planning and preparing for the upcoming work, and kicks off with the first trees in the ground at the end of February. However, the real emotional start is the mid-February western gathering-of-the-clans / project manager meeting usually held somewhere around Vancouver.

A Journey To the Mid-West Coast with Marc Robillard: Kwicksutaineuk-ah-kwa-mish

Dec
30
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By Marc Robillard

Since 2007 I have been the lucky person to work with the First Nations people of Gilford Island. Several clients have hired us to remove browsing protectors also known as cones.

Gilford has a very large population of deer. The plantations we put in after logging were soon eaten up by ungulates. They especially like western red cedar. On Yeo Island you could sometimes see deer screefing and eating trees right behind you as you were planting. You often came back on your line and could not find the tree you just put in or it was just laying there out of its hole.

Brinkman Art Cache: Seasonal Worker Equals Non-Starving Artist

Dec
29
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By Baba Brinkman

The life of an aspiring artist requires a fine balancing act between dedication to honing a craft that doesn’t pay much just yet, and working a “day job” to pay bills in the meantime. If only you could dedicate all your time to music/painting/jewelry/writing, the promised land of financial self-sufficiency would come so much sooner! That’s why artists have always been attracted to the seasonal magic of tree planting.

The Four Seasons: Heroes, Rogues and Warriors

Dec
28
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By Carly Vandergriendt

We tell ourselves that we will never do it again, then scurry back to the cities, like rabbits scurrying back to their burrows. Back to bikes, apartments, computers. For a few weeks we stay drunk on summer, gasping for the last breath of it like drowning swimmers.

Manitoba Conquest: My Prairie Planting Prayers are Answered

Dec
26
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By Andrew Courtnage

Working in my home province has always been a dream of mine and I vividly remember many a night off somewhere in BC sitting around the fire drunkenly whispering in the ear of Dirk or John, “Bring Brinkman to the prairies. We are the center. We are the heart. We are the province that will bring the whole company together geographically." So when Robin McCullough informed me that she was running a planting show in the Sandilands, and that they were in need of a tree runner, I felt my proud prairie heart soar, finally my prairie prayers were answered.

Burning Man in Swan Hills: Sometimes it Takes a Sacrifice

Dec
25
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By Pier Ouellette

The block that day was one of the best I had ever... BEEP.BEEP.BEEP

With my eyes still shut, I reach around to turn my alarm off. 5:55am. I unzip the door to my tent. A thick fog makes it impossible to see anything around me.

“Tabernacle!” (en.transl. “oh shoot!”) Now, a bit of fog in the morning before going to work usually does not inspire me to yell out religious profanity. However, we were working on a heli contract which meant we would not be able to fly out to the blocks.

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