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greenstormEvery year I try to schedule a bush day on my birthday -- that is, working out and away from town. On eyear I managed to be at logging camp, which is fabulous when someone can hold down the animals: walk around outside all day and come back to your choice of meals and a shower, then go out and do it all over again.
I managed it today too and it was as good at it usually is. A new set of delightful summer students helped me, and they were both competent and friendly. We had a long high view of the lake, we were working up in the south-facing douglas fir (there's not a ton of douglas fir around here, but what there is grows on rocky south slopes and is adapted to a frequent burn disturbance regime. Of course this hasn't been burnt lately, but it's lovely and I enjoy how strange the interior douglas fir are, so completely different from the coastal ones, but still familiar with that deeply rifted bark.
It was hot hot hot and we went through a kilometer or two of blowdown with roughly 50 fallen trees per 30 meters (we were there to measure) and then another half-dozen hilly kilometers through cut ground. It was a good workout. I don't believe I wrecked my stitches, though I did notice my cruiser vest waistband (think of it as a comprehensive backpack) sitting on it from time to time.
I'm going to take tomorrow morning off, sleep in, sort out the trailer, catch up on picking raspberries, that sort of thing. This is the last weekend before Tucker takes off for some weeks to the east coast; we've both been anxiously watching covid numbers but he hasn't seen his other partner(s) in a couple years now so this is pretty important. While he's gone there will be some pig butchering, Josh will come up, and I will continue to return emails from folks.
And now to go home and wash the smell of ingrained sweat and douglas fir pitch off me, and evict anyone hanging out in my hair or underwear.
This counts, so far, as a good day.
I managed it today too and it was as good at it usually is. A new set of delightful summer students helped me, and they were both competent and friendly. We had a long high view of the lake, we were working up in the south-facing douglas fir (there's not a ton of douglas fir around here, but what there is grows on rocky south slopes and is adapted to a frequent burn disturbance regime. Of course this hasn't been burnt lately, but it's lovely and I enjoy how strange the interior douglas fir are, so completely different from the coastal ones, but still familiar with that deeply rifted bark.
It was hot hot hot and we went through a kilometer or two of blowdown with roughly 50 fallen trees per 30 meters (we were there to measure) and then another half-dozen hilly kilometers through cut ground. It was a good workout. I don't believe I wrecked my stitches, though I did notice my cruiser vest waistband (think of it as a comprehensive backpack) sitting on it from time to time.
I'm going to take tomorrow morning off, sleep in, sort out the trailer, catch up on picking raspberries, that sort of thing. This is the last weekend before Tucker takes off for some weeks to the east coast; we've both been anxiously watching covid numbers but he hasn't seen his other partner(s) in a couple years now so this is pretty important. While he's gone there will be some pig butchering, Josh will come up, and I will continue to return emails from folks.
And now to go home and wash the smell of ingrained sweat and douglas fir pitch off me, and evict anyone hanging out in my hair or underwear.
This counts, so far, as a good day.
