I'm charging up the cell phone, and trying to think of a good book to carry. We're now in a flood warning. So, it is carry extra provisions and see if I can get any marking paint to even stick to a tree today.
We've all been wondering about the plowing capabilities of the big Chevy Bumper. I've been doing road blading with the undercarriage a little.
I wore the newly waxed tin pants yesterday and roasted. We warmed up. The snow melted. We didn't get the heavy rain either. Just a warming.
It has been 85o the last few days. That is a record high. Bring me some cooler weather and lower humidity please.
I believe winter shall return tonight. I pushed hard today to get things done in the summery weather today and the knees are sore along with other parts of the legs. Said two bad words in front of the same faller. There now seems to be The Curse Of The Fallers as there are no hooktenders around. Last week, the little voice told me to stop, and I did in time to see a tree hit where I had planned to go. Today, we were walking out to confer with the other fallers, and I heard from behind, Look OUT, so I looked up, saw nothing then heard "log rolling," and I scampered behind a tree. He had knocked a log loose. That caused a four letter word to spew out, as did the tripping and hitting my knee on something quite hard. So, I have a session with the hot tub planned. Tomorrow we're supposed to be back to a drizzle with rain later. Back to the tin pants and rubber calks. I checked the skid trail that had a little creek running down it last week, and the creek was no more. I had visions of it showing on the cover of some enviro magazine. OK, whining over, time for cheese.
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