(no subject)
Not six inches. A foot.
Found a gorgeous eight foot Alpine Fir in a patch of Devil's Club in the middle of a frozen swamp. We fought our way through the thorns and attached the thing with teeth, nails, and sawblades. The long, lurching haul back saw us falling into holes, falling into water holes, falling over logs, falling over the dog, and occasionally pausing to hack off bits of the trunk to make the load lighter. But we managed. We drove back in Mom's elderly pickup that tended to stall and die on every incline.
Home. In warm PJs. Toy Story is on the boob tube.
Tree Mission 2010: Complete.
Found a gorgeous eight foot Alpine Fir in a patch of Devil's Club in the middle of a frozen swamp. We fought our way through the thorns and attached the thing with teeth, nails, and sawblades. The long, lurching haul back saw us falling into holes, falling into water holes, falling over logs, falling over the dog, and occasionally pausing to hack off bits of the trunk to make the load lighter. But we managed. We drove back in Mom's elderly pickup that tended to stall and die on every incline.
Home. In warm PJs. Toy Story is on the boob tube.
Tree Mission 2010: Complete.