The trail is clear once again. Yesterday, working together, the three of us cleared the windfall that the last storm delivered in less than two hours. We cut it in long rounds, the length of two normal stove rounds, and stacked it in the forest near the trail. We’ll probably move them to the cabin this winter when it snows deep enough to use the pulk.
Michelle surveys the work ahead (Photo: Aly Zeiger).
Yesterday, the last day of the Tier II Moose Hunt, was sunny and cool, a perfect day for hunting. Michelle went into town to help a friend and attend yoga class, so Aly and I planned to hunt “the Moose Highway” up the ridge, to see if there were any young, foolish and love-sick bulls around, and/or maybe some mushrooms.
Before we left, I had a few things to take care of, and called Michelle to confer on a point. She told me that a couple of trees had fallen on the trail during the recent storm. One was small, and could probably be thrown off the trail, she said, but the other one had blocked a good portion of the trail at a narrow gap. She described it as being “as big as any we’ve moved off the trail.” Continue reading
