Thursday, September 3, 2015


It began Tuesday with the arrival of two men, a bucket truck and a wood chipper. After sizing up "the job," and deciding how and which trees they would take down first, one climbed in the bucket truck and began maneuvering close to the first tree of twenty one trees...yep, twenty one! Then the next tree's branches were down and being chipped. Dropping limbs one at a time, the man on the ground was soon joined by three more.

They moved so fast that the next thing I knew four trees were down and the log pile was growing rapidly as the pile of wood chips from the chipped branches! The Pres showed them where the logs needed to be stacked and the piles of chips were to go while I went in and got some snacks for the 5 man crew.

In six hours, ten 60-75' trees were removed, branches chipped, yard raked and blown with a leaf blower. Returning Wednesday, they predict they will finish the job with only 11 60-70' trees remaining.

Only letting the dogs out when they took a break and or were done for the day was smart too. I was anxious to see what Moon and Copper's reaction was going to be in the morning when we go outside for our "normal routine". Not sure you can see what Copper is doing in the photo below (I did not crop intentionally) but since there was not a tree in his regular spot, it didn't seem to matter!  He lifted his leg just like always...tree or no tree.

No adventures fence hunting or finding this week.
So, the fence I'm sharing this week is ours...more exposed than ever!

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Wednesday, September 2, 2015

A Lesson Learned

Yep, I went again it was awesome!
Hitting the road with the kayak and gear loaded, heading for a new place to explore, I told the Pres I would check in as usual upon arrival. My daughter's careful.

Although the boat launch sign pointed in the direction of the water, the going was a tad rough when it came to getting the kayak down the hill. Pulling it down required more than a bit of focusing since it was so steep. 

once I was out of the shallow cove and in the open, it was pure magic. Dotted with fisherman and so picturesque, I knew it was worth the struggle I had getting down to the water.

Missing a shot of another Osprey (darn...2 kayaking adventures , 2 Ospreys!!), I paddled closer to the direction I thought it went.  Then rounding the corner, I spotted this place in the distance along with something perched high in the dead tree.

Do you see it out on the limb? To me it stuck out like a sore thumb.

It sat sunning itself as I got closer.
Ahhh, there it is.

After spending several hours exploring the nooks, crannies and beaver huts, I decided it was time to head home. Paddling steadily and rapidly to get up to and on shore was the easy part. Walking up the steep grade to the car was when (I think) when I mumbled to myself, "Hmmm, It didn't seem this rough coming in."

Grabbing my set of wheels and bungees just like always seemed matter of fact as I made my way down to the bobbing kayak. Lifting the front end up and placing it on the wheels, I secured it just like always. Well, I got about halfway up the steep hill before it slid sideways right off the wheels tipping the entire contraption on it's side!

Glad that no one was close enough to see my mishap because it really was rather pathetic looking with bungees tangled and everywhere!! I readjusted the kayak, wheels and straps before continuing on. This time it worked like a charm. Whew...a new lesson...going uphill can be tough with a kayak.

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