I have always liked working in the woods, and when I get stressed out, I go for a walk. In my younger years I toted a gun and claimed I was hunting (then inserted whatever season it was), but as I got older, I just go for treks across the woodlot; no excuse needed. I have only a few hundred acres, but here, there are no boundary lines, as long as a person is only leaving footprints and taking pictures (taking deer or trees gets a person into trouble), no one cares if you are on "their" property. In fact we all watch out for each other's property this way. But logging, I love it. (So does Alyson by the look of her smile. (This White Pine ended up being wide pine flooring in my home)
That looks like a great time! We used the snowmobile and the sled... Chainsaws and chains in the sled. Two many rocks on the trail through the swamp for a tractor even when frozen. As I kid I loved it. Got to drag logs behind the snowmobile all day long. Less fun as I got older because I had to do more of the cutting and brush removal... But still, very good memories. Much easier to see what you are cutting in the winter too! Under the canopy it's hard to tell where one tree ends and where it's going to get hung up coming down
