In the lab accident also known as my first job out of college, when the prospect of slogging it out, day after day, year after year hit me in the face like a wind-shift along side a Yellowstone sulpher pot, a certain escapist fantasy developed. It was this first run-in with disillusionment that spontaneously coaxed my mind toward a happier existance. Given these conditions, it was not surprising that being a National Park Ranger seeped through my mind as a significantly better alternative. The great outdoors, hard brimmed hats, and well-cut uniforms all played into the dream. I guess there was also a lingering subconsious sense of escape due to the fact that everytime I visited a National Park I also happened to be (surprise) on vacation. Well of course, the reasoning went, if I worked in a park, life would be all vacation, all the time. Well, not quite. (more…)