I survived. It's just hard to get through that wall of drippy brush first thing after exiting the pickup. Then when you're in the woods, it is OK. I took a few pictures so you could enjoy my recon of the morning.
Prior to going through the wall of drippy alder, I scan the hillside for trees to use for guylines. This is pretty poor here. I don't consider old stumps. Who knows when this will be logged and they'll rot even more. I let the hooktenders decide on those.
So, not many candidates for guylines makes it loggable by yoader or helicopter. That's one decision.
Now, over the hill and down into "the unit".
Pretty depressing, eh? Looks like the average diameter of the trees that would be cut would be 9 inches. Not to economical for my thinking. But I must wander on. I go to the bottom to look for tail holds and there are adequate ones.
Then I zig and zag. Note the original stumps.
Then I emerge back onto the road and start hiking back to the pickup, and munchies.
The fog cleared enough for a semi-view across the valley.
The waterfalls are waterfalling and seem to be coming out of the sky as I write this.
I did need that swift kick to get out of the house this morning. Thank you.
Remember this from just a couple weeks ago
