When I was young, my mother worked for the Forest Service a few different times, doing different jobs, including tree planting. One summer however, she got the job of her dreams and worked at a lookout tower outside of Libby, Montana. The tower had a cabin she could stay in because the trip back into town was steep and difficult and our house on the other side of town on a mountain nearly as high, the commute would have been too much. I spent a couple weeks with her in that cabin, bringing her water and snacks while she worked during the day - trekking up the 12 flights of stairs until my legs were weak and shaking, but eventually extremely buff. It was one of the best summers I growing up and Lookout towers will forever be a favorite place for me to visit, no matter the trek.