As Meatloaf would say, Two out of three ain’t bad. Our efforts paid off, we got things done, and had some fun in the sun as well. Aly and I got our lumber sawed. The rest of that project can wait for a rainy day.
We hauled almost all of the birch down from the ridge, except for a couple of rounds, and about 10 feet of the trunk. Bucking up that monster will come after the weather cools. We chopped and stacked most of it, getting the rest the next day. We launched the canoe at high tide and went to Mud Bay, where we baited the crab trap. After that we went for a dip farther up the bay. It doesn’t get very deep there, so we mostly waded, but Aly and I swam a few strokes. That cooled us off fast, and revived us enough that after all the morning’s wood hauling, we still managed to come to the aid of a neighbor who was moving lumber up above the tide line.
So we took care of the lumber, the trap, and the majority of the wood. Maybe it’s three out of three?
We may have overdone our effort to make maximum use of the good weather. As I write this, I’m hogging the loveseat, with my foot propped up. I took a bad step over at the boat house, and fell off the platform. It didn’t help that I was carrying a root wad at the time. I’d decided it would make a good chopping block, as my two most recent ones have given out in quick succession.
I didn’t think I’d injured myself; after my head cleared from the tumble, I could walk around just fine, but the pain has steadily increased since then. I don’t think it’s a legitimate injury, but it may slow me down for a bit. I loaded up with ibuprofen, and had to take it easy for the rest of the day. I also had to give up hiking out with Aly to take her to a dance, then spend the evening with friends. She and Michelle did that without me.
Hauling that root wad was one of many “just one more thing” tasks before taking a break to catch my breath. Now the rest is enforced, at least for the time being.