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VIDEO: Rookie Learns the Ropes as a St. Louis Park Tree Trimmer
In Patch's third installment of "Fish Out of Water," Katelynn Metz takes on the role of forestry worker with St. Louis Park's Parks & Rec Department.
Editor's Note: "Fish Out of Water" features Minnetonka Patch Local Editor Katelynn Metz trying her hand at a new job somewhere in the west metro. New editions of Fish Out of Water will appear every Monday.
It’s not even dawn, yet my alarm is blaring, demanding that I get up—quite obnoxiously in fact.
It’s hovering around freezing and a wind advisory has been issued, yet I’m gearing up to spend hours outdoors. Goody.
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Hat? Check. Gloves? Check. Subzero parka? Check. Steel toed work boots and safety glasses? Ummm...
For today's "Fish out of Water" I replaced the reporter’s notebook with a rake and tried my hand as a forestry worker with the St. Louis Park Parks and Recreation Department. And to be perfectly honest, I was a little less than enthusiastic about the day’s assignment.
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But upon meeting my supervisor, Jayme Hamilton (who in addition to being a forestry worker is also an expert chainsaw-wielding wood artist), my day got a little brighter—that is until I was forced to don an unflattering neon yellow vest and unstylish safety glasses. But set on being a good sport and wearing my forestry outfit, I set out to be the best forestry worker I could be.
First item on the agenda: trimming a dead tree and collecting its branches so that the branches could be turned into mulch. This seemed like a perfect assignment for me, seeing as I have a black thumb. Because I didn't have anything to do with its death, for the first time I was able to get rid of a dead plant/tree without shame and guilt.
Next up: raking up the bits and pieces of said-tree that were too small to pick up by hand. At first this was really hard—too hard. "Why didn’t these darn pieces move—isn’t this just like sweeping, but outside?" I thought to myself. Came to find out that my rake was upside-down, which was (so I’m told) not only ineffective but also dangerous. Once corrected though, I was on a roll.
Finally: tree pruning. While I questioned the sanity of anyone who thought that giving me a large machete-like object was a good idea, I actually did a great job! Not so great that they let me near the Bobcat (I asked several times) but good enough that I might just get myself one of those four-foot-long lethal pruners (which are, I checked, available at Menards) and try to prune at home.
Eventually we finished up and the guys headed off to their next location. For a split second, I even wanted to go with them a bit. That is until a gust of wind almost knocked me to the ground and I suddenly became acutely aware of just how cold it was and how urgently I needed a venti, one-pump, non-fat, two-Splenda latte.