Tree Machine
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I'm taking some time off starting next week, so have been trying to get caught up so the clients don't have to wait until after vacation.
Day before yesterday it was unseasonably warm (60's), but raining. I went out to do a couple minor takedowns in the rain. Not big trees, but technical due to obstacles and lines. I was working two ropes. Everything (including me) got thoroughly soaked. I got three more jobs just because the folks watching from inside their homes, I guess, perceived some tenacious work ethic that flipped their switch . Just trying to get the work load under control so I can leave...
Yesterday it got freezing cold and today, it got really, REALLY freezing cold. I had some big trees to do, bringing in limbs over the roof of condos. Stiff saddle, super stiff ropes. Annoyingly, rock-solid, heavy hanks, exceptionally challenging to climb and rig.
After those yesterday-into-this-morning issues, started the pruning of 125 young white pines. Minor first-time prunes, most under 30 feet. But 125 of them? Got through 88 by day's end and the right shoulder is singin the pole pruner blues. That kind of repetitive pulling just can't be good for a shoulder joint, but I think that pruning rock-solid frozen branches is much easier than the thawed variety.
I am very greatful to have the abundance of work I have. Being stupid enough to work in the foulest of conditions has somehow served me well. Gives me a good point of reference for the extreme lounging I have planned for the near future. -TM-
Day before yesterday it was unseasonably warm (60's), but raining. I went out to do a couple minor takedowns in the rain. Not big trees, but technical due to obstacles and lines. I was working two ropes. Everything (including me) got thoroughly soaked. I got three more jobs just because the folks watching from inside their homes, I guess, perceived some tenacious work ethic that flipped their switch . Just trying to get the work load under control so I can leave...
Yesterday it got freezing cold and today, it got really, REALLY freezing cold. I had some big trees to do, bringing in limbs over the roof of condos. Stiff saddle, super stiff ropes. Annoyingly, rock-solid, heavy hanks, exceptionally challenging to climb and rig.
After those yesterday-into-this-morning issues, started the pruning of 125 young white pines. Minor first-time prunes, most under 30 feet. But 125 of them? Got through 88 by day's end and the right shoulder is singin the pole pruner blues. That kind of repetitive pulling just can't be good for a shoulder joint, but I think that pruning rock-solid frozen branches is much easier than the thawed variety.
I am very greatful to have the abundance of work I have. Being stupid enough to work in the foulest of conditions has somehow served me well. Gives me a good point of reference for the extreme lounging I have planned for the near future. -TM-