I am le tired. We returned
to continue where we left off yesterday—felling and swamping snags that have no
right being as heavy as they are. I even
took down a couple of nasty ones! I was
concerned with how sloppy my cuts had become since returning from my
self-imposed break from felling, but it turns out I just had a bad chain. The thing kept J-cutting. I was putting in my first quarter cut to fell
a nicely sized snag when the saw decided to start creeping down toward my face
cut. Instead of completing the quarter
cut on the other side, I performed my favorite technique, the ladder step. After securing the first quarter cut with a
wedge, I put in the second cut half an inch higher to make room for the saw’s
error. It worked like a charm. The snag came down with a crash right where I
told Dalton it would.
Shortly after cleaning up my mess we got a call to get in contact
with the orange team, who arrived last night and will be staying with us for
the remainder of the week. We tried
reaching them on the radio, but they were blowing around snags so they couldn’t
hear us. Undeterred, we packed up our
gear and started driving through Peck Ranch to find them. Upon doing so we had to relay a couple of
messages, then we all got new orders from the office, and we lost a few people…
to sum up, after we found team orange we helped them prepare the Thorny
Mountain Burn Unit for our planned fire this upcoming Thursday. It was a solid 3 hours of having that blower
on my back. The thing seemed to be
gaining in mass as time wore on, but I just imagined that the device was Yoda
constantly reminding me “do or do not, there is no try,” and that was enough
for me to diligently push on.
Yoda is gone
now… as are my team leaders… annnd my indulgence from our Taco Tuesday feast at
Las Margaritas is settling nicely, so I think I will take this opportunity to
go and crash. Good night all. I hope you have the best of dreams.
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