RandyMac
Stiff Member
....mud to the knees, sawdust in my shirt, sticking to bar oil that drooled down my back...the sting of fresh cable cuts... scents of crushed vegetation, fresh turned earth...that special sense of wariness when you are about to kick a giant in the ankle, adrenaline pounding in the ears as the steel hits the bark... all alone in a cloud of noise, smoke, chips... Mac vibes to the shoulders...rocking on a plank with the pull of the chain... a headsplitting distance to the ground, wishing more time had been spent on the boards...