“Dear Civilian Conservation Corps…”
(Originally posted on The Science Survey on February 3, 2026) By Bea Sireci A few meters from our tent-site, in Reiter Foothills, was a view of the Cascade Mountains. I had never seen a mountain that looked quite like this before, let alone this frequently. Under this path was the creek, where we got our water from and occasionally cleaned off in. (Photo Credit: Jordan Fisher; used by permission) Dear future self, how was your trip? I am currently lying on a bed for the last time in five weeks. Tomorrow I will be in Washington, meeting teens from across the country, all who had some reason to want to camp and work eight hours a day – clearing trails, removing invasive species… Well, I hope it all works out. My story is part of one that began ninety-two years ago. The roaring twenties was a ghostly era, and you did not have to look far to see it. Around fifteen million people were unemployed. Even the land couldn’t hold onto itself – the Southern Plains of America were running away from the ground, dust pushing over two-and-a-half million people out of their homes. In March of 1933, Franklin D. […]
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