Absolutely. I recall the adorable woodland creatures used in the advertisements for Old Swill. Yes, the diftless region is what is really called. Where I live, in the kettle moraine region, it's all lakes and hills from where the glaciers passed. I've passed that steam boat while cruising up the river from Alma, WI up to the twin cities in my nautique.
Well I got myself a new wood hauler, 2011 Ford F250 Crew Cab, 50,500 miles. It's been so warm I worked on the pile and started hauling today in earnest. Got most of it cut up. This is pretty much junk. Processed to haul home to the stacks for splitting. You can see where the pile was. The big one still needs to get pulled off, it is mighty heavy.
I just hit a jackpot this week the land across from my parents got sold last year and is being developed into houses and just this week I did a favor for the builder and he's giving me all the wood straight 6-12" pole ash some cherry, apple, honey locust and hop hornbeam
Everything hauled home is cut and just needs splitting. I have to do it that way since I can't pick up logs. I can always use help splitting.
I was out to see my logger buddies today. They started the BIG PARCEL I have been waiting for. The landowner who is a friend of mine told them he wanted a Supervisor with a WHITE hard hat to keep tabs on the operation. So I brought along a hard hat that got a few laughs. Unreal how soft it is for February.
The hardhat's hilarious! The soft ground has gotta be putting a hurting in those guys. I know it's really put a crimp in log supplies to the mills around here.
You paint a beautiful picture Marty... It's hard to comprehend a river on that scale, in England, the "mighty" Thames is probably not much wider than 100m near it's mouth Still, we have plenty of rugged coastline so we know what you are talking about when you talk of calming beauty and destructive power.
Thanks Mirkwood Jim for those kind words. The beauty of the English countryside is spectacular and along the coast is truly a calming beauty.
I never would have believed the lack of frost in the ground in the woods if I hadn't seen the skidder with aggressive chains dig in when a tire spun.