Monday, August 24, 2009
So...we have a moment last Saturday where we find ourselves with nothing much to do. I had already watered the straw outside that tries to pass as grass, replaced the kitchen faucet and taken my wife out to Lunch with Molly and Larissa. Our afternoon was suddenly open. Molly volunteered to watch the pets until 5pm so we decided to head out to the Circle-H and give it a quick inspection. Just before leaving, Ann called Todd, (They had camped out overnight, or so we thought.), Todd said they had just gotten there around 2pm and was getting ready to work on clearing more trees from the proposed roadway...would I bring my chainsaw? I'd be lying if I said I was over joyed but it was a chance to spend some time with Todd and his family. Well...I had not planned on actually working, but... Next thing I know, I'm throwing the saw and gas can in the back of the truck and we're off. We noticed that the whole family was there and even though they were under the gazebo, it was obvious that the 103 degree temp was cooking them. Of course, the grand-sons were no worse for wear... Todd and I surveyed the scene and I saw what he had been working on, so I fired up the saw and was about to start cutting when Todd gave me the 'cutthroat' sign by slicing his hand past his throat. I turned off the saw to see what was the matter and he pointed out to me that I had forgotten to close the bar oil reservoir and was leaking oil all over the place....Ooooops. Not a good start. Regroup. Ok...Todd and I surveyed the scene...and I started cutting and Todd started hauling. We were going along at a pretty good pace, when my right hand really started hurting. I turned off the saw pulled off Todd's gloves that I had borrowed and realized that my right ring finger was starting to become de-gloved by my gold ring. I guess, between the heat, the swelling and the vibration of the saw, my ring was digging into my finger, had broken the skin and was slowing sliding up the bottom pad of my finger. The skin was kind of accordion shaped. I pulled it back into place and pocketed the ring. Ouch! I stopped cutting shortly after that when I started seeing black and was light headed. Too hot. Geesh, I'm getting old. I had brought 2 liters of water with me but the heat still got to me. I was soaked...at least I was still sweating. So...after that, we took a stroll around the perimeter, talked about the future of the ranch and headed back to the family at the gazebo. All in all, it was still successful. We still got a lot done. This section doesn't even look like it used to have trees. I try to cut them off as close to the ground as I can. This spot is pretty much clear. The yellow flags mark where the road will go.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Me walking around.
The gate still looks good and seems to be holding up, in spite of a proper "H" brace. The road is still in good shape.
The gazebo was still standing this time. Last time we were out, it was blown over lying in a clump of twisted metal. I drove some stakes into the ground to help but it still needs proper placement.
We brought a few extra chairs...
NO! That is NOT an outhouse! That is the new storage shed that we put together. Ann thought it would be funny to take this picture because is looked just like I was going to the outhouse.