Boss Nancy walked out to the visitor desk where I was working, although no visitors were around. She stared at me in disbelief. “You got into that course,” she sputtered. “The course I told you you’d never get into. You were selected.”
It took a second or two for me to realize what she was talking about: Basic Technical Rescue, an intensive five-day outdoor course taught entirely on cliffs. (It teaches rope rescue techniques for those in wilderness or climbing or river-rafting or other situations with an injured or ill person.) It’s an annual course taught by NPS personnel for only 40 selected participants from all over the park system in our country.
I was so elated I looked for somewhere to do a middle-aged cartwheel. This is SUCH a dream of mine. And my boss had told me that I would have no chance, competing against full-time permanent NPS employees who are hired with rescue in mind. “That course has a waiting list every year,” she said while shaking her head. “I still don’t know what happened.”
This grin on my face accompanies me all day…