It has been still here in the ranch. One light from the distances of Tahmoush was shining last night, the only other visible light besides myself. There is another I am aware of a few miles away, but other than that, it was a still, quiet, peaceful holiday weekend. No traffic, no movement save for my own body, and no sounds other than that of the real world. A gift to awaken to on a national holiday, it was.
Today the winds have returned, but they no longer have the intimidation factor. Having survived the blitz of a couple weeks back, this seems ever so mild in comparison, weather alerts and all. There is a new plan for the wall and it should be executed soon, so all is feeling good amidst wind storm three.
I must leave the ranch tomorrow so shall venture out a couple hours early, chainsaw with extra fuel and oil in tow. The last two trips required such; I am sure the burnt hill mess I cleared ten trees upon thus far may have dropped another few. But if I don’t clear them adequately now they will mess with Moon Bug when the snow arrives, hiding their jutting, angling, poking edges. Firewood collection for next season will begin once the finger heals, if the snow stays away; the roads are literally littered with it.