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So the exciting news is that it looks like I'm going to be a Ranger with the National Park Service here in Acadia: there's a part-time gig under the Interpretive division to staff the Islesford Historical Museum. There is some irony in that one of my childhood dreams was of being a Ranger, even to the point of touring Paul Smith's College as a prospective student. As it turned out, being a Ranger is less the romanticized "Strider" and more Natural Resource Management, and after observing that a significant number of graduates were getting employment in Alaska, I opted instead to just move up there anyways.
Located out on Little Cranberry Island, I'll be catching a 45-minute long mail-boat ferry ride out of North East Harbor at 7am, for three 10's a week. Already did a sortie by accompanying a group of volunteers to mow the lawn - folks from the ranks of "Friends of Acadia" - a nonprofit conservation organization that provides innumerable efforts towards stewardship of the park. Being a life-long landlubber, the commute alone is entertaining on its own...
I, [name], do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; that I take this obligation freely, without any mental reservation or purpose of evasion; and that I will well and faithfully discharge the duties of the office on which I am about to enter. So help me God. - 5 U.S.C. §3331
Being effectively marooned has always proven to be most inspirational, and given my previous experience with many years of being a waiter, in between the intermittent waves of visitors to the museum it'll surely prove to a rich resource in coming up with new material. I should probably stop using bad words on the blog, only promote wholesome family values,