News & Updates
By Erik Brinkman
Whatever the job, Lee was up to the challenge, Brinkman was expanding, and had work enough for her talents, She was sent to the field to avert disasters, Serious, stressful situations, punctuated by bursts of laughter, She was sent to Northern Alberta to recruit planters,She was sent to audit supervisors' books and improve standards. Some people lead with their guts, and act on intuition, So Lee was tough, but friendly, the smiling inquisition, She made sure the numbers reconciled and made sense, While my dad continued his world domination plans
By Judi Tetro, Eastern Canada Operations Manager
What is The East? Well, in Brinkman and Associates Reforestation terms, The East comprises the provinces of Ontario, Manitoba, Saskatchewan and Alberta. Please, please don’t tell anyone who lives in Alberta or Saskatchewan that we include them in The East… we will be tarred and feathered – and likely shunned and booted out of those provinces!
That aside, The East has the most fun and is the best place to work of all the regions! Ok, maybe we shouldn’t tell people who plant in BC that [totally true fact] either.
The East planted a lot of trees in 2013, surveyed thousands of hectares, burned hundreds of slash piles, and ‘greened’ the highway right-of-ways of Southern Ontario.
There are many challenges associated with working in Ontario, and in the 2013 season I think our crew faced them all! Despite the freezing rains and snow of early May, the sweltering heat of July, a seemingly endless flu pandemic, mosquitos that swarmed like blackflies, broken busses, Alberta-style gumbo roads and a crew made up of 95% greeners, we managed to pull it off!
I’d like to thank my amazing staff. If it weren’t for all your hard work training up our new planters, and doing it all with a smile, we would have never succeeded! A huge thank you to everyone who planted in my camp in 2013 as well, you truly embodied our camp rules of “Be Nice, and Make Money!”
By Robin McCullough
For those of you who haven’t heard, our crew is one giant Eagle. I am the Eagle Eyes, because I see everything. Always watching, always thinking. Our tree deliverers are the Eagle’s Talons, always ahead of the crew, always reaching forward. Our cooks are the Eagle’s Heart and Stomach; no one goes anywhere without the strength we draw from our cooks. Our crewbosses are the Eagle’s bones, guiding our daily flights, adapting to change, coordinating our hunt. And our planters, our warriors, the engine of this machine – they are our Eagle feathers. Small feathers when they first get off the bus, bigger feathers every bagup, every day.
By Matt Robertson, BC Regional Manager
This past 2013 season in the central Interior where the camps I work with call home was great season. It was a season where in nine weeks 12 million trees were planted by rookies of future promise, grizzled vets and overseen by an exceptionally talented core of staff. Somehow in the middle of all this, great parties were thrown, cameraderie abounded and acts of generosity were born.
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.
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.
By Erik Brinkman
So much is in the camp; this cannot be underestimated. It provides the planters with a hearth, a home, respite from the often tempestuous block. In The Planters Guide Book, (yet to be written) Rule #423 states, “Hotel shows should never last, while a good camp should never be passed.”