If you need a jack of all trades, don't call me. I'm more of a Jack of a couple trades. Today I was a jack of lumber...I mean lumberjack. I've cut a few trees over the years, some at Doe River, some in Costa Rica, and one nasty one behind The Well house. All in all, I enjoy it, and today was even better because Randy and I actually got paid, or we will when we finish.
We were asked to take down 3 large trees, 60 footers, and the remains of another tree that fell form high winds. Actually, 2 black locusts and an evergreen covered in English and Poison ivy. We had a fairly productive day with only a couple interuptions and a couple close calls. We were working in a confined space; we had to dodge the house, a shed, and a lovely rosh bush. All three were well within the reach of the trees. What did we do? Well, we strapped on the climbing spikes and hitched up the tree. After a few precise cuts I dropped the stump and cut it to the ground, and then I topped off the first big tree. I wish I could say I wanted the top half a the tree to land within a foot of the shed, but honestly, that was a little closer than I was comfortable watching. Hey, but a near miss is still a miss, right? That's what I always say, or at least I will from now on.
At the end of the day, we cut a 60 foot locust and a 12 foot stump of a locust all the way to the ground. After we cleaned up and dumped the brush (and got the Landrover stuck in Cow manuer-all four wheels a spinning), we finished the day with some sushi with the ladies. Not a bad day.
Oh, and even better than lumberjacking, Beth and I heard our kid's heartbeat today. Awesome! Who knew a six millemeter bean had a heartbeat. Not a bad day at all!