My boss will stare at the weather websites for hours, hoping for a change, a shift, any small thread of hope to grab onto. “Call Joe Cupo, call Kevin Mannix, get them on the phone I need to talk to them!”

Living on the edge these days, hoping for a freeze, praying it doesn’t rain. Watching the forecasts for a slight dip in the temperature, anything, anything to lift our spirits and keep the crew working.

The first time I ever saw a feller buncher was when I was traveling down the Maine Turnpike during the widening Although I didn’t know what it was called, I always wanted to keep my eyes on it and watch what it could accomplish. It ‘s the same feeling that you get when you are driving by an airport as a plane is about to land, you just can’t take your eyes off until that powerful jet completes what seems to be unimaginable

I love walking in the woods! I was excited at the thought of cruising properties, especially in the fall months, meandering down crisp, Autumn trails, leaves crunching underfoot and fluttering down through shafts of golden light. HELLO Wendy! No, we don't get to walk on whatever trail we want, and more times than not we are slurping through mud, sliding on rocks and walking through briars, we have to follow the boundaries, and the boundaries don't always lead you through the most beautiful parts of the property.

I held my nose, took a deep breath and dove right in.

"What's that?" I said, pointing to a huge clump of yellow iron headed towards us through the trees. "A grapple skidder" my boss said. "Grapple skidder, grapple skidder, grapple skidder" I said it over and over in my head. My heartbeat picked up as it kept lumbering towards us dragging a clump of trees behind it. I scrambled out of the trail up onto a large rock. A small chuckle burst from his lips as he told me not to worry, it wasn't coming down this trail.