Oh my dang. It was so much harder than I thought it would be, but not as hard as I was expecting, Does that make sense? First, let me explain for those who don't know what I am doing. My team is working with St. JOhns Water Management to restore the marshes to their natural state. In the early 1900s the marshes were drained and converted to farmland, invasive plants were brought in, it was no bueno, they are now trying to put it back to normal.
So what we do for them is dig up 1/3-1/2 of a plant, seperate the roots into small 2 inch diameter plugs so that they can be replanted in other locations in the marsh. We have shovels, dibbles, and gloves. Again I say, Oh my dang.
That is some tough work. It's not as back breaking as I was expecting it to be. When I found out it was just digging up plants, I was like Oh sweet. Then we started doing it... for 8 hours... I'm pretty sure if we do this for 3 weeks I'm going to die. Just die. Right there. In the marsh. The buzzards can eat me. That's right, buzzards circle over us all day reminding us that we are in a ridiculously hot deathly setting. It's pretty awesome. We also have water mocassins and rattle snakes to keep us company. Haen't seen them yet and I pray to God it stays that way.
I can usually rally and push myself through hard labor, but towards the end of the first day I was struggling. Thank goodness this team is hilarious to work with.
I have a picture of what I looked like at the end of the first day. Nice lookin dirt line there, yeah?
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