Saturday, November 2, 2019

Working with the big iron


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  1. Dangerous shit going on there. Dad was a forester. I remember riding next to a Cat driver hauling big logs up and down steep hills. I was terrified. A bench seat, with no seat belts, no doors, no roll cage. I think I was about 5 years old when I went on that ride. My dad probably didn't take me to work in the woods for a couple of years after that. I got over it.

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