Now looking at the potential of humans (including myself) with regard to understanding complex natural phenomena.
By: ycd0108 , 2:33 PM GMT on March 29, 2012
The big saw is running again!
"Six feet deep in Big Muddy
And the big fool said: "Push on!"
As usual there is a story:
Michael worked with me on the first house I built here on the Island. He had been planning to take a boat building course and I was renting the top floor of his house with him in the basement. I had the job but no crew and few tools so I went down and said:
"Why don't you come and work with me and we'll both learn something?"
We drove together for a number of years. One sunny morning we finished our coffee and were walking back onto the new floor we planned to put some perimeter walls up on and CBC radio started playing Alan Stivel's "Suite des Montagnes".
Anyhow Mike and I started stepping around on the new floor.
He left us 24 years ago and designated the big saw and the Alaska Mill to Ron (I am still using his Hitachi Planer and Makita router), who I went on to ride with for 14 years.
Tloml brought a pair of these boots home for me yesterday. I don't mind sawing up logs but I hate shopping. Haven't worn corks since I worked on log booms in the late '70s so it takes a bit of getting used to: your foot won't slip is the good news - last thing you need on a pile of logs is a slip. The bad news is: your foot really won't slip - that can also be a problem 'cause logging often requires some fancy footwork.
I had two painful lessons way back then:
1) I had been wearing light running shoes while operating the skidder and gotten used to hopping aboard with decent traction on the steel surfaces. After dancing around wearing the corks on the floating logs - you have to stay in motion because most of the logs will sink under you or roll - I jumped on to the plate steel fender of the skidder. The corks scratched the paint but did not create any friction at all. A "face plant" on the back of the skidder was lesson #1.
2) You get used to the boots gripping on wet logs. I was back on the skidder with runners on and needed to secure the boom logs to shore. I was using the dance step learned wearing corks and all went fine till the runners hit a portion of the log that had been debarked. Luckily it was shallow water but I still don't know which face plant is worse - the fender of a skidder or a large log in waist deep water. Took me a while to find my glasses.
Here is a link to some poetry by and about some loggers:
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