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| So I got a job as a Park Ranger at Fossil Butte National Monument in southwestern Wyoming. | |
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| It was a lot of firsts for me. First time I broke away from my parents, first car, first time I drove farther than 100 miles by myself. | |
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| I was raised in a National Park Service family. This was a logical job for me. Especially since I'm into convervation and geology. | |
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| So I drove the 21 hours from Minneapolis to Kemmerer and on into the park about 10pm the next day. | |
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| I got to see my first bit of Wyoming wildlife the second I drove over the park boundary. A badger. I'd never seen one before, even in pictures. | |
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| I got a good up-close look. I hit the damn thing with my car. | |
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