In the fall of that year, (my course ran for over 6 months), a bunch of us were asked if we wanted to volunteer to help clean up the dead fall in Petersburg Battlefield Park. I went along as did a small group of us. The guys did the heavy stuff and some tried the the chain saws. I just played with the horses and picked up branches that I broke up by hand and stuffed in the truck. There were park guys there so we wouldn't hurt ourselves. You man see Dean in these photos somewhere. It was before that night in winter on the bus.
Dean is the one with the fur hat on.
Tim, gearing up.
Me on the side.
Me making nice with the wildlife.
This guy was an Italian but I've lost his name, too. I think him and Fran went out for awhile.
I took this one. You can see the cannon on the side. Tim is on the left. I don't recall the name of the next guy but he was a nice guy, then Dean, Fran in front in orange and Martha beside her. I've forgotten the young guy on top. The guys all had one good thing in common. None of them were dumb enough to think they were in love with me.