My Dad was the first person to start cutting. He was quite anxious to get started but was very cautious and meticulous about where he fell each tree.

After Dad took a break Andrew got into the action a bit.



Mom and I were waiting around for a bit as we had to be out of the way of falling trees. Mom tooled around on her snowshoes and I took a picture of this crazy rainbow.


Once some trees had been chainsawed into manageable pieces then we all started stackin'.



It was a fulfilling and fun day!
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In some arenas depending on who you talk to, there is some question as to wether I ever had any balls to begin with. But, after 35 years of careful examinations I can quantee you that your mother never had any balls. Love Dad
Phew! Well, that's a relief :)
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