September 24, 2014 - Wednesday
41 degrees/clear/calm
Pentoga Road

Wednesday was a simple day. I moved wood in the morning and went fishing in the afternoon. 

I really like working with wood, especially firewood. Though it was a pain in the backside yesterday, having to park the truck 25 yards from the downed tree and moving the chunks by tractor, I still found it enjoyable. 



I think the reason is that I can put my mind in neutral and simply work. There were no little marks on a tape measure to read, no academic points to make to a student... it was just good old-fashioned, roll-up-your-sleeves labor.



The challenge for yesterday was to navigate between the trees and boulders so I could dump the wood into the truck. At times, I felt a bit like a pinball machine as I bumped from one tree to the other and occasionally, a piece of wood would fall from the bucket. 



Fishing was pretty slow. It started with a bang, but soon fizzled. The fish began hitting as the afternoon wore on, but I needed to head to shore, get the boat loaded, and be home well before dark. Oh well, at least the scenery was beautiful.



I think I'll go fishing again first thing this morning. These near-perfect days we're having won't last forever and there's little doubt in anyone's mind, at least around here, that the coming winter will be long and hard.

After arriving home late Tuesday evening, Sargie works early today and we should have an evening together tonight. I think I'll begin to work up the pile of maple wood and get it put away before I begin to cut another large tree.

After all, a man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...