Sunday AM |
I have been surprised lately when I get off the garden tractor to hitch up a log for towing or fill the dump cart and find that the seat has gotten wet in the 10 minute interval. What? How? I guess I must be adapting. This lasts until the rain penetrates to my skin, then I call it a day.
Our morning's work |
About halfway through our morning we got a call from Jon our neighbor offering us some precut rounds from a fir cut on his property last year; so I drove up there in the pickup truck. Some of these rounds were so big in diameter that they could not be loaded by hand, so I will have to go back with a ramp and a come-along to get the things in.
Wood from Jon's property |
The ruts on top of more ruts covered with bark |
The hoop house- with two dump carts of bark. |
Tuesday the logging tongs I ordered should arrive, which they typically do around 10AM. More log harvesting then, loading rounds and branches, and hauling the remaining chips to the hoop house.
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