So yeah, I've been using my little Gomboy pruning saw a bit. Collecting a bit of wood here and there.
When I started the first goal was to make the Birch tops managable or at least not impinging on the bike path. Accomplished. And I have a pile of nice and dry green birch in my office. If anyone wants to buy it for decorative purposes lemme know. Otherwise i'll haul that shit home, stack it and burn it next year.
Last night on the way home I managed to get all but the last branch out of the tangled mess of honeysuckle and other vines (no Poison Ivy that I could tell).
This morning I took the last branch out and loaded it in the trailer (only 4 lengths). And then I rolled the pile of vines off into the flattened over growth on the side of the path, off of the grass. Beside the big trunk on the side of the path still attached to the roots, there's no evidence of the fallen tree now.
On the way home, it was pouring rain. Bitching 20-30 mph headwind and well it kind of sucked. But that's a good thing. I had the bike path to myself. There was a chunk of oak that fell just south of the fuel dock access road. a couple branches. I had pulled and rolled them of the path onto the grass on the side. But they were sitting on grass. I'd grabbed a few of the thick ends last week. Tonight I finished it off.
Cut up the lengths, not big, none more than 3" some as small as an 1.5". But this stuff is dense. It is a hard wood, takes no time to cut with that saw, and will create some good heat next year. Better than being turned into wood chips.
So I salvage the usable lengths, and then toss the bramble the vines and the rest off into the mess of the unmanaged wild along the side of the path. Beyond the grass line. Looks like nothing even fell there.
That's the plan. The goal.
Last night someone rode past me on a DUI bike and suggested the "DM" had a lot of work to do cleaning the path up. Hey you know what? Maybe they do have a lot of work to do, but I work for nearly free. Get a bit of an upper body work out, call it core strengthening if you want, and the path gets returned to pre-storm levels.
Yes, I am benefiting, but then so is everyone else.
I do have to extend a huge public thanks to whom ever broomed the shells off the southern bombing range (north side of Crescent view). That was a nice surprise riding home last night seeing the shells off the path.
The rain is pouring down now. But it is warm.
Dinner is up next for GeWilli. April is going to be a very fiscally painful month. I should work on attempting to monetize these Electron Microscope Images, or something. Fire wood is good, but it ain't gonna help much until it is all seasoned. And of course May will roll around and the damn rusty race wagon stands a not so good chance at passing inspection with the holes in the floorboards. Such is life eh? Sacrifices we make.
Give back where you can, how you can.
No one gets out of this mess alive.
heddwch
G
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
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