Jed
TreeHouser
...this tree was about a foot off the roof.....she wanted to extend her house forward over the "tree". Dumbass if u ask me. She got the deal of the century. That last picture is Evan dumping a log and busting the water main to house...Haha. Now Deva and the 2 Guats ard digging sand at 6pm on the third day. Oh the good times. I was the 3rd Chapín. Self loader friend at the time loaded up the wood and took it somewhere....maybe to the mill. Berry's Mill is out that way.....
It's a beautiful area Guerneville, Duncan Mills, Rio Nido and Monte Rio......lots of really rich, really poor, hippies, burly bears and meth heads. Huge trees and no one has the money to do anything about it.....tons of old tweaked out climbers lurking the shadows still wearing spurs.....klink klink klink. Sniff.
That's funny.... I'm pretty unobservant in general and just figured that it was you in the one pic with the rope pull. I was like, "oh no! He's gonna 'Joe-poke' that one!" Funny that it was your friend, poor guy. In our shop it's (the dreaded Joe-poke) considered the one impermissable sin in Fir and Cottonwood removal. That sucks about you poor Guatemalans having to dig up the main. Sounds like a bit of a nightmare job.
Man, you can WRITE! Your last paragraph really reminds me of John Gardener (author of Grendel)... especially the "klink klink klink. Sniff." bit. I love the way you describe stuff..... that "Huge trees and no one has the money to do anything about it..." part is just beautiful, and makes me long for the Guerneville I've never been to. Hilarious commentary on a fallen world, really. All of us "tree dogs," longing for bigger trees to cut down and running out of big trees because we insist on always cutting them down. DANGIT! Vicious cycle! I wish I could go drink more now, but I'm at my limit.
Levi: That's some mean rot brother.
But to truly be like me... you would need, 1) A lobotomy 2) Alcohol, and 3) Jesus (In reverse order--I think.)