I haven't wielded a chainsaw in quite some time (old fartese for "I can't accurately recall"). Still, when I look at some trees all I can see is the lumber they would make. It is more of a clinical curiosity than a need to defoliate. Here is an example; an oak right behind our fifth wheel.
Just imagine what the grain must be like.
But when you see the other side it is mostly hollow.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch. That, by the way, is a phrase I picked up from my Father. Now that you youngn's know the time frame, can anyone tell me what it is from (anyone over 50 is disqualified)?
We went beach combing, specifically for shark teeth.
The beach at Manasota.
There are lots of shells, and hiding in there, shark teeth.
Digging.
Rinsing the small stuff out.
Sorting for treasure.
The prize.
Tomorrow we hope to go canoeing on the river.
Keep diggin
