So I have been over there cutting trees and stacking them up in preparation for next winter. That is right, I am all ready thinking about next winter and it isn't even March yet. That is how we do things up here. Get your work done in time, be prepared, and you won't be up shit creek without a paddle. You will get minimal sympathy from locals, but they will help you if you are down and out. That is how it goes around these parts.
I can take about four hours of running my saw before my ukulele hands tell me it is time to quit. Then I get to stack logs for an hour or two. Who needs a gym? Real world exercises. Every time I put another cut up log on the stack I just think dollar signs. Around December dried firewood in Fairbanks basically turns into gold. There are too many jackasses around here that just put off getting ready for the winter until it is all ready in full swing. That is when I come in on my off days with my big truck and a cord of wood in the back. Ya buddy. Who needs a boss when you are your own?
Tons of moose sign and a few hares running around the property. I am thinking about setting up my game camera in the hopes of snapping a shot of them. Hope it is a bull moose. That would be convenient if he hung around until hunting season. It has always been my dream to down a moose in my own yard. I have cleared an area larger than a football field in the middle of the wilderness. It is glorious. Hopefully the wife and I can get a cabin up there this summer so we can finally be in our own place. Renting a cabin on the opposite side of the valley where my outhouse actually faces the clearing I am cutting it just a tease. Even though ever morning when I go out for my morning constitutional I sit there with my bare cheeks pressed up against my foam toilet seat, with my pants pulled up as high as I can to avoid leaving skin exposed to the elements,
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