It's been 7 weeks and this place feels more like home than where I grew up. I can walk down to the saloon on my own for breakfast and as soon as I walk in I've got company and conversation that will last my whole Sunday. Here in Crown King, talking about weather gets you talking about someone's day which turns into a chat about their life. I've shared so many laughs, tears, and sighs talking about what has led us to this place. Crown King attracts honest and genuine people that work with all they have and love with their whole heart. As soon as you cross over Magic Bridge into town, leave your judgment and labels on the side of the dirt road. They won't help you and can't make sense in a place like this.
It's rare not to smell like diesel and wood smoke, but I've come to love it. I get such a big smile on my face to watch the team file into or quarters for the night with soot all over their faces and singed hair on their face and head, our greens and yellows (our protective Nomex wear) covered in dirt and ash and our boots muddy and wet from the dirt and snow. Dinner conversation involves all of the silly comments made during the day and funny experiences. My account of the day usually involves how I got all the new cuts and bruises that cover my body. Sore and exhausted, even a 5 minute warm shower feels like heaven. After you get cleaned up it's time to go out for the night!
This life is so good. I'm surrounded by a sense of purpose and accomplishment. If you're searching for love and meaning, I hope you can find somewhere like Crown King. It's all right here.