After I put away the saw and had all ready gotten a load of wood back to my cabin something bad happened. On round two when I was getting my second load of wood for the day I disturbed a ground bee hive. Took a shot to the face and the arm (it got inside my two shirts somehow) and was beginning to get swarmed. I thought quick and began flailing my arms in the air and sprinting down the hill, my driveway, and about 50 yards down my road. Lucky for me I lost them, but I gave up on filling the rest of the truck. 3/4 load for the last one. Even with that I have way more wood than I would ever need to last the winter. Just got my heating oil delivered and we are ready to roll. Bring it on winter... I mean... come back but play nice... Please?
After I got the truck ready to go it was about dusk. I walked into the woods and climbed to the top of the clearing I had cut to get a look at what I had done for the day. It dawned on me that I finally had a view. A slowly growing view, but a view nonetheless! Now you could see the hills on the other side of the valley from me. it was only a matter of time. My lot is about 1200' up. It has to view something, right? Also I discovered that I have line of sight to the cell towers. Full signal in the middle of nowhere. Technology at its finest.
One more day of logging and then it is back to the ukulele grind for four nights and then some hunting with a good friend in Cantwell, population 200 and something.
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