(continued from Part I)
I took this shot to show steam escaping from the other end of the 10' section we were working on. The friction from the running saw chain generated enough heat to send it that far, right through the cellulose like a chimney.
It took a half hour to load these big tabletops onto Sid's wagon. In all, I think we cut a dozen:
Time for some recreation. Two logs were set up, one 17" dia. for bigger saws and the other 14" dia. for the small fries. Here's Cory taking his turn:
Edwin the cameraman almost won the 17" competition with his Stihl MS 361 at 6.2 seconds before being nosed out by Scott's bigger Dolmar that screamed in at 5.8 seconds. (Yeah, but he was running airplane fuel.) Good times were turned in by all. What a blast!
Then it was time for supper and campfire. Sid cooked the best venison burgers I have ever tasted and told more stories than Mark Twain:
We burned nearly half a cord of dry cottonwood (and a bunch of cookies) in that big tractor wheel rim as the temp dropped below freezing. I decided to rough it in this mansion that Scott erected for me. Forgot my air mattress, but somehow it didn't matter:
Next morning, Cory took over the cooking with a couple of dozen farm fresh eggs and bacon. Together with Sid's coffee, this brunch was spectacular:
Then Scott's wife, Carol, arrived to help Cory finish off the cooking:
His quality improved a tad after her help. This was a GTG that I will never forget. My hat's off to Carl, Cory, Sid, Scott, Bud, and Carol. How on earth can it get any better than this?
:greenchainsaw:
I took this shot to show steam escaping from the other end of the 10' section we were working on. The friction from the running saw chain generated enough heat to send it that far, right through the cellulose like a chimney.
It took a half hour to load these big tabletops onto Sid's wagon. In all, I think we cut a dozen:
Time for some recreation. Two logs were set up, one 17" dia. for bigger saws and the other 14" dia. for the small fries. Here's Cory taking his turn:
Edwin the cameraman almost won the 17" competition with his Stihl MS 361 at 6.2 seconds before being nosed out by Scott's bigger Dolmar that screamed in at 5.8 seconds. (Yeah, but he was running airplane fuel.) Good times were turned in by all. What a blast!
Then it was time for supper and campfire. Sid cooked the best venison burgers I have ever tasted and told more stories than Mark Twain:
We burned nearly half a cord of dry cottonwood (and a bunch of cookies) in that big tractor wheel rim as the temp dropped below freezing. I decided to rough it in this mansion that Scott erected for me. Forgot my air mattress, but somehow it didn't matter:
Next morning, Cory took over the cooking with a couple of dozen farm fresh eggs and bacon. Together with Sid's coffee, this brunch was spectacular:
Then Scott's wife, Carol, arrived to help Cory finish off the cooking:
His quality improved a tad after her help. This was a GTG that I will never forget. My hat's off to Carl, Cory, Sid, Scott, Bud, and Carol. How on earth can it get any better than this?
:greenchainsaw:
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