Well, it was a long, hot, mosquitoie day. I volunteered to help do some maintenance work on the Pacific Crest Trail. We were going to work in the wilderness, so no power tools allowed. I chose my old Frostline Kit daypack stuffed with water and munchies, my tin hardhat, purple t-shirt with button long sleeve hickory shirt, riggin' pants with suspenders, and regular hiking boots. I accessorized with White Mule gloves, Bugz, and later in the day, head net.
We hiked in about 2 or 3 miles and the morning was spent on drainage issues. I engineered and built a waterbar. A waterbar. The trail was a ditch and it took some digging to get the grade down so the trail would drain. I wished for a pulaski but made do with a grub hoe.
Then I got picked to go along with 3 guys and work sawing and chopping. I didn't do much sawing with the misery whip. It is a lot harder in 2011 than it was in 1976. I did work on one end of the saw for the last tree, which was green, so it was easier. We were the first crew in and the last one out. I came home filthy and tired. But it was good to do productive work, even though more could have been done if chainsaws were allowed.
The misery whip was sharp, and we babied it to keep it that way. My job was to take the brand new falling axe and chop the bark off where they were going to saw through. We also cleared brush away so there was room to pull the saw back and forth. One tree took most of the afternoon. It was a school marmed snag. It took five cuts to get it out of the trail.
Here's a couple of pictures.
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We hiked in about 2 or 3 miles and the morning was spent on drainage issues. I engineered and built a waterbar. A waterbar. The trail was a ditch and it took some digging to get the grade down so the trail would drain. I wished for a pulaski but made do with a grub hoe.
Then I got picked to go along with 3 guys and work sawing and chopping. I didn't do much sawing with the misery whip. It is a lot harder in 2011 than it was in 1976. I did work on one end of the saw for the last tree, which was green, so it was easier. We were the first crew in and the last one out. I came home filthy and tired. But it was good to do productive work, even though more could have been done if chainsaws were allowed.
The misery whip was sharp, and we babied it to keep it that way. My job was to take the brand new falling axe and chop the bark off where they were going to saw through. We also cleared brush away so there was room to pull the saw back and forth. One tree took most of the afternoon. It was a school marmed snag. It took five cuts to get it out of the trail.
Here's a couple of pictures.
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