Finally, I’m getting into cutting wood. I brought two truck loads back from my upper property yesterday. I cut most of it in to long pieces so that at least I can get it to my cabin where I can cut it up at my leisure.

The wind storm brought down another big dead pine tree–probably 200 years old– and, again, that tree is laying right along side of the road– The wood cutting goddess is shining on me this year.

Those long pieces are heavy and I end up using my whole body to push them around and get them into my pickup. As a result my legs have bruises and knots all over them. I’m also pretty sore but I have the wood cutting passion burning in me and I can’t wait till daylight to get working on my wood pile.

I think I’ve cut about as much as I did last year, but last year most of my wood was fir and tamarack and this year most of my wood will be pine; pine burns a lot faster.

I like the branches best because the wood seems harder than the trunk of the tree and I don’t have to split them. Big pine rounds are difficult to split. A lot of people around here have wood splitters. I use my twisty wedge and a sledge hammer.

I’m thinking of stacking my wood because then I could tell more accurately how much I have… but I know that when you stack it, it doesn’t look like that much and it can be discouraging.

Down at my mailbox, yesterday, the UPS guy drove by and said he left a package for me at the store. Going from my Mailbox to the store adds another 2 miles to my already 5 mile long walk and I wanted to get back to my cabin and watch the movies that Netflix had sent me– plus it was cold–so I left getting the package for another day.

Walking back, I thought about the call from the wood cutting gentleman. I started thinking about putting my chainsaw and all of it’s accouterments away for the winter.

My neighbor pulls up and asks me if I have seen my upper property since the wind storm. She said her husband wanted her to ask me to cut some of the trees down on my property that they were afraid would fall down and block the road.

I don’t really like falling trees… I’m always afraid that they may fall on me, but I said, ” Yeah, I’ll go do that right away.” So I finished my walk, changed into my soot covered wood cutting clothes, took all the stuff out the back of my pickup, filled the chainsaw with gas and oil and drove up to top of my property.

Running a chainsaw, and falling trees is probably not something you should do when you’re thinking, “I just want to get this done and get back to my warm cabin and watch some DVDs.” Sawdust kept getting in my eyes because I forgot my safety glasses. One of the trees I fell, got stuck in another tree’s branches and I had to keep shaking it to try and get it to fall.    I was lucky to make it back without injury..

After the big wind storm there are lots of seasoned trees down, right next to the road, and since the wood cutting gentleman didn’t call last night like he said he would, I should probably keep cutting.

Cutting wood has got to be one of the hardest, most unprofitable ways to make a living, at least around here. Around here, wood goes for $85- $140 dollars a cord and that’s split and delivered. That’s a whole lot of work and expense for not much money.

So, I find this guy’s number in the local free classifieds, saying he has some wood for sale. I call him and he talks to me for about ten minutes saying that he doesn’t own a chainsaw but if he can buy or borrow one he will get some wood to sell me. He tells me about how he is homeless and has kids and that they are staying with friends until they can get their own place.

That was about 3 weeks ago. Then last night, just before dark, he calls me and says he has a load of wood. At first, I don’t know who it is and he says, “I’m the gentleman that listed wood for sale in the classifieds.”

I say, “Great, bring it on over.”

He asks me where I live and I tell him. But he is fifty miles away.

I said, “I thought you lived around here.” and he says, ” Yeah, I do, but I cut this load of wood for someone else in a different town and they aren’t home and I don’t have enough money to buy gas to get home.”

I say, “Well, just park at an intersection with a “for sale” sign out. This time of year lots of people are looking for wood to buy.”

For some reason he puts me on three way calling with his mom and dad. Finally, the dad says he will loan his son some gas money till he gets paid for the wood. But the guy decides to see if he could sell it in town or maybe wait for the guy he was supposed to sell it to, to come home.

He says that he will go get me some wood on Thursday. I tell him that it may snow by then. He said, “That’s why we are hoping it won’t.”

After hiking a long trail, I will come back home and for a long time afterwards, I will have flashbacks of being back on the trail. There is only one other thing that has effected me this strongly; playing Ultima V on a Commodore 64. For those who’s computer life began in the last 10 years, you don’t know what you missed.

Back then computer games were not just pretty pictures with linear story lines, they were engrossing well told stories that you lived. When I would get lost in the woods, in the game, I felt like I really was lost in the woods. When I had to sneak past the guards into Lord British’s chambers in the middle of the night, my heart would pound.

The graphics were just little sprites but the world they created seemed so real.

Not only was the game complex and long, the Commodore 64 was flexing all of its scrawny muscles to play it. I would stare at the disk drive as it went ” bonk, bonk, bonk,” spinning away. Sometimes it would just keep on spinning and banging and I would have to turn it off and start again. Some scenes were so slow to load that I had time to do some dishes while I waited.

The game came with a cloth map of Britannia and an ankh to wear around my neck. I made a notebook full of information: everything, everyone in the game told me and where they lived. It wasn’t a linear game. I was always on multiple quests so I would never come to a spot where I was stuck; there was always something to be doing.

Once after playing all night I laid down and went to sleep. Next thing I know my son was trying to roust me awake saying he had missed the bus and needed a ride to school. I asked him when was the last time he had saved his game, because he could just quit and go back and set his alarm. He said, “Help! Help! My mom’s stuck in a computer game.” I got up and drove him to school. I had driven him to school and was on my way back before I realized why that wouldn’t have worked.

I played the game to the very end and won without the help of any cheats. It took me about eight weeks of constant play to finish the game. When I got to the end, I wrote to the writer of the game, “Lord British”, as I was instructed to. I signed the letter in runes.

I miss Ultima. Those were the days. You felt like you were just at the begining of what computer games would evolve into. Who would of guessed we had already reached the pinnacle.

I used to live in a house in the industrial section of Portland. Next-door, was what looked to be a junk yard but was actually a defunct, portable roller coaster factory.

The old man, who said he was the inventor of the first portable roller coaster, lived in a little travel trailer on the property. In the back, there was a younger guy. I’m not sure what the younger guy was living in.

Once, the old man invited me over for coffee. We talked about roller coasters and then started talking about the younger man in the back. I wasn’t clear on the relationship between the two, but I think the older man was married to the younger man’s mother, at one time.

The old man didn’t seem to like the younger guy and was possibly a little afraid of him. Apparently, the younger guy was okay some of the time but other times he would get crazy. The old man told me, “When you hear howling, better lock your doors.â€?

I kept a friendly coolness to the younger guy. When he would come over to use my phone, I would let him, but I would make him use it outside. Once he asked to come in; I told him that I don’t let people into my house.

After awhile, the old man moved away, or died, but the younger guy remained.

One day I was out working in my garden, when a bus pulls up and lets off the younger man and a woman. The younger man talked to me for a bit and then he and the woman went though the gates to his place.

About 10 minutes later, he comes running out and says to me, “Which way did she go?�

If you line the bed of your pickup with a tarp before you get wood, it keeps the bed cleaner and instead of having to crawl in and unload the wood in the front, all you have to do is pull on the tarp and wood in the front comes sliding out.

The wood pile continues to grow. Not so big as I want to post a picture of it.

I only do a hour or two a day of wood gathering. I have lots of other things to do, like taking walks and reading.

Although its been dropping to 22 degrees F(-5.5 C)over night, the days have been sunny. It may snow by the end of the week, but I’m betting I’ll be able to get out until Thanksgiving.

My wood pile is growing but probably still isn’t big enough. I’m not worried–with my packboard I will be able to cut and pack wood after the snow flies. I also have a small propane heater hooked up to a 20 lb tank that I can carry down to the little store, on my packboard, 2 miles away, and get refilled.

I bought a bunch of food–not enough for all winter, but Amazon sells food cheaper than I can get it in town and though the UPS guy won’t come to my cabin, he will drop my stuff off at the little store or at my neighbors down by the road.

I have never seen a piece of fruit in the little store but they do have milk, cottage cheese, and if your are quick, the occasional tomato.

Last year, my neighbor and I spit a huge box of apples. She stored it in her cold storage and about every two weeks I would go get some more. I ate apples everyday, all winter for 3.00. Maybe she would be into doing the same thing this year.

Once again, I have resumed my Netflick subscription.

The library, out here, mails books to you in cloth bags. When you are done reading your book you just zip it back up in the bag and put it in your mailbox.

I am working on getting a LED lamp hooked directly to my DC storage batteries. It will only draw 2.5 watts and will make it nicer to read at night. I’m very excited about this new improvement.

I’m looking forward to being snowed in. Life is so peaceful and focused once I have been freed from having to go anywhere. Time stretches out, before me, infinitely and  then there is always time, for anything, without hurrying.