Part one in a series
What makes surveying memorable? From here in the Pacific Northwest I would list distressing encounters with tiny barbless fishhooks on blackberry thickets growing in the wasted territory along the boundaries of vacant lots. From my years in the South I remember the humid heat. Of course, these are merely unpleasantries of the field; surveying is also fun, and, to quote a prospective employer of years ago, "at least you get to eat your lunch in the woods." In the office, both the most frustrating and the most gratifying of jobs must lie in the interpretation of old, meager legal descriptions.