I’m not good with a paintbrush or anything, but I’m pretty good with an excavator.”
Luke Peduzzi cracked the beer he’d tucked in his coat pocket at the trailhead. It hissed, shaken from the pedal up. His loyal trail companion, Spud, patrolled the area for the perfect stick—a useful job site skill.
“There’s a lot of creative expression in trail building. I think that’s part of why it’s a dream job.”
Having just followed him up a climbing trail
