Well, there where no illusions about where I was working today. Shirtless, sweating, in the shade on December 3rd? Yeah, gotta be California.
"You're just bound and determined to get covered in poison oak, aren't you?"
"I'm sweating like a whore in church boss! My arms ain't started itchin, figured ise safe."
Still no itchy, musta got lucky lolz.
Dodged the Buckthorn today, instead I made little uns outta big uns. Black oak fell into a live oak and smashed what looked like a biiig ol holly underneath it. Heavy hangers, decent sized wood, lotsa tangle. Oh, and because it's Mariposa County, it's all steep ground.