Log jam, that is.

It is a good thing that we pushed out mushroom inoculation back two weeks.  We still have a good foot of snow out on THF.  More in some spots. I found a few while walking down our path to the road.

Our plan for last Saturday was to wait out the rain and then head to the farm to see if we could get a path of sorts laid in for log delivery on Sunday.  Jo had the weekend off so we pulled on the boots, warm socks and work clothes and were on our way.  With 4 wheeler of course.

Ron’s idea was to run the 4 wheeler up and down the path, battering down the snow.  After he took a few runs at it, he handed it over to Jo.

I had the idea of filling our black sled with a few logs and dragging it behind. Hoping that it would help compact the snow.   We tossed in 4 logs but really should have used more.  It was not heavy enough to make much of an impact.   We lost count of the numbers of times Jo went back and forth, but she did a good job at getting some serious ruts dug out of the snow.  I do have to tell you that it is not the easiest thing to walk in those ruts.  You tend to knock your boots together or lose your balance as you struggle to stay in line.

Finally Ron took over again this time heading toward the road, across our field.  We needed a solid path to get the logs actually to our work area.  Slogging through the snow was not going to make our work any easier.

Obviously his plan to have a straight line from point a to point b did not quite work.  The deep snow was no respecter of a plan.  It was fun though a bit unnerving to watch him as he zipped back and forth.

Then his phone rang and it was Peter telling him that the next load of logs were ready to go.  Ron told him we would need an hour to get ready.   Then he sent me and Jo home to get the air compressor.  One of the tires on our wagon was going flat and needed air in order to do the best work.   He didn’t bother to tell him that the blasted compressor would fill up and then immediately proceed to bleed the air back out.  By the time we got back to the farm, there was very little left.  Just enough to make a small difference.

Peter arrived in his truck with a fully loaded trailer and two friends.  The first load into the wagon was light, Ron not being sure how much the wagon would take.  All went well and the second load was doubled.

Jo and I waited at the tree line and unloaded and stacked the logs into our usual grouping of 25.   Peter and his friends waited for Ron and filled, then refilled the wagon.  With all those helpers we were done in just over an hour.  199 more logs at THF.

We are almost in business.  Just over two weeks to finalize all the plans, figure out a way to jerry rig a repair to our work tent, get all the food bought, confirm we have all the needed supplies, bake some yummy cookies and con brother in law Don into agreeing to pick up donut holes on the day.   The actual list of things to get done by April 15 is much longer.  I am trying not spend too much time worrying about that.

Remember all the final details can be found on our Tiny House Farm Augusta NY FB page.