Wednesday, February 25, 2009


Another Saturday afternoon and Lumberjack comes to the house and says "Ride along and spend some time with me". He's been hauling wood from a job in Price County and piling it up here at home. Riding in the pulp truck is like riding on a hay wagon. His seat is a nice air ride seat but the passenger one is just a stiff seat bolted to the floor. And if you know what the roads in Wisconsin get like when the weather starts to warm up, you can imagine what its like. If I didn't wear my seat belt I am sure my head would be hitting the roof.

Some people are fascinated watching this whole loading process. First you pick the wood off the pile.

I guess I've seen it so many times it has lost its thrill. Then you move it to the truck.

But for those of you who don't get to see this, enjoy. And get some more.

This is a very important step. It's called pounding. He takes the bucket (that thing that picks up the wood) and pounds on the sides of the sticks so they don't stick out too far.

The final step to this process is to trim the load. You take a power saw and cut off anything sticking out too far. The law enforcement doesn't like it when stuff sticks out.
It really wasn't so bad riding along. I'd go again if he'd ask me to.

Sunday, February 8, 2009


I spent most of Saturday in my office, cleaning out files and sorting thru all my geneaology "stuff". I am perfectly content with the job at hand and the peace and quiet in the house. In comes Lumberjack and says "Let's go cruising". Now I know you're all thinking "He's taking her on a cruise!"

Nope, we're not going on one of these.

So he must have bought this 1970 Corvette convertible and they're going to cruise the streets.

Nope still not right

When my Lumberjack says Let's go cruising it means only one thing. Dress warm, grab the gun and throw on the snowshoes. We're going to cruise a timber sale. One thing I learned very early on is to walk far enough behind that you don't get wacked in the face with branches.

He stops and looks at "this" and says, "This is a really nice stand of wood" Tamarack wood to be specific. OK I'll take your word for it cause I have no clue what I'm looking for. I'm just trying to crawl through the woods and not get sticks stuck in my snowshoes and fall.

I do know what this is. Deer droppings. And there's lots of it out there. Did I ever tell you the story of when I filled my pockets with rabbit poop? That's for another time.

He keeps stopping and looking at his compass. Are we lost? We've been walking for hours. OK maybe its only been 15 minutes.

And whats with the gun? Well apparently there have been wolves sighted in the area and he's just being cautious and protective.

So he needs to walk North a ways and tells me to wait here for him and he'll be back soon. Ok I'll wait but what if a wolf comes?

He keeps going..........

And going...............

Lions Tigers and Bears, Oh My

(what movie is that line from)

I'll just go sit on this fallen tree and wait.

And wait............

's He's back! I'm not going to die on this log!

This is what we're looking for. A corner land marker. Don't ask me how he found this in the middle of nowhere, which is where we were.

Checking for bear dens, they like to hibernate under these fallen trees you know.
Lions Tigers and Bears OH MY!!!!!!!!!!!
This was a pretty big upturned tree root.

Are you sure there's not a bear in there?

After an hour and a half, the pickup is finally in sight .

It was a great way to spend the afternoon.