I was assigned to be the logistics (logs) helper, so my day was relatively easy! At least, I consider it easy - some people hate doing logistics and prefer to do 'real' work; the sweaty, dirty, dusty kind. I enjoy doing both.
Lots of driving - yes, I was given the keys to the truck and have been zipping back and forth between Texas and New Mexico, with time hanging out in various places on base - trying to determine the locations of basic things like available showers for 20 people, laundry where they will wash by the pound - they don't generally have websites! - grocery stores, relatively inexpensive places to eat out or order carryout - we have no showers, no laundry facilities, and no kitchen on site, although we do have a microwave and a fridge.
We each have a visitors pass for base and another for camp, and we have to keep them on us at all times. The pass for base is a piece of paper, 8.5"x11" ... I wonder how many we'll lose!
The camp is intense - chaotic - lots of hard work going on there in the dust and heat, and so many Afghan evacuees, or 'guests.' The greyshirts (TR volunteers) who work in the warehouse look exhausted at the end of the day and I feel guilty.
The scenery is desert, very different from the Florida swamp I spend time surveying, and very much as I would imagine parts of Afghanistan. I wonder what these guests think of their situation - in a camp, with limited freedom of movement, guarded by the army. Its quite surreal.
Our freeway exit is the last before Mexico. There's a lot to think about.
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