
Physically the hardest part of the whole day was getting the chainsaw warm. For the first 45 minutes, I expended huge energy pulling and pulling to get it going, only to have it work a minute, then sputter and die. Once warmed up it worked great, and I'm grateful to Marty and Susan for lending it to me.
I got ten big logs (18" diameter) and 28 small (6" diameter). My path is artfully charted below.

By the time I got the last logs over, it had been raining hard for a couple hours. My waders worked perfectly, and while I was cold, I wasn't wet.
After a very long shower and a big dinner of lasagna, sparkling cider, and ibuprofin, I sat by the fire and listened to the pouring rain. I'd like to get more of the tree, but I'm sore. Hands, back, neck, shoulders, intercostals... all of it.
Best part of the day was the wildlife. Saw two turkeys the size of barstools, a small ruffed grouse, and while struggling to get a log into the raft, a bald eagle flew upriver, only twenty feet off the water. I love owls and ravens, but bald eagles are so impressive.
Today will be about a walk, maybe watching "30 Rock" and "Scrubs" on the internet, and stretching. I should take advantage of the chainsaw while I have it, yet self-preservation and pragmatism will likely win out. I appreciate this about myself.
3 comments:
GREAT POST! Oh my goodness I love the photo and the drawing! tee hee hee! You are so rough-hewn!
Mek
i can't imagine living in a place like this - so wild and untamed - i live in a sleepy english village!! this is the beauty of blogland - hearing about daily adventures of those 1000s of miles away... a wonderful post!!
i'm one of carla's sacred life bods, by the way :o)
Hi Claire! and welcome! I've met some great people through Carla's inspiration and leadership...I'm so lucky to know her (and her brother Bob too ;)
Hope we see you here again!
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