When I was 9,10, or 11, I can’t actually remember, my father changed jobs. At the time I didn’t realize how big of change it was, and well I still don’t think I really know how much of a change it was.
My dad was (still is) a fisheries biologist, for a the nation wide company Dillon Consulting. While the first diamond was being developed he did a lot of work with how the fish and water life were adapting to the new ecosystem. The mine was build on a lake, therefor the lake was moved.
His new job was in an entirely different industry. He went from the industrial/consulting industry to the tourism industry. He started managing an up and coming outfitting/ecotourism business. The business at the time owned a couple hunting camps and a ecotourism lodge on the arctic coast as well as doing several other things.
Like I said at the beginning I didn’t know how big this new job would change my growing up. That is why I’m starting with and as this portion of my memory will be the base point for a lot of memory posts to come.
Oh the memories I have.