Thursday, March 12, 2015, a momentous day for us; the logger has arrived. It was touch and go for a bit. The roads have been posted by the town, which means no heavy equipment can move after Saturday. Fortunately, Steve, our logger, has his equipment nearby and he will be finished with us and out by Saturday.
I had never heard of a road posting but everyone in NH knows what that means. Frozen roads are stable roads; they don't shift and get damaged under the heavy loads of logging equipment. As soon as there is a sufficient thaw, local municipalities put up notices restricting truck weights. Then, later in the spring, they lift the postings. For a month or more, logging and construction come to a halt.
Another glitch: Steve had a major equipment failure when his chipper blew a piston the day before and he had to scramble and find a replacement, which he did. Thank you, Steve.
All in all, six men were involved in the operation. Steve maned the big tree cutter; Doug 2 (to differentiate from Doug 1, my Doug) and Roger ran the skidders; Larry the chipper; two other guys drove tractor trailers to haul away wood chips. The noise was deafening. Next to the huge machinery I felt as vulnerable as an ant at a square dance.
After two days, the result . . .