Picnic Tables vs. Chainsaws

Chainsaws. Beaches. Chaps. These are what dreams are made of. Could I have a cooler job? I don't think so, not really. On the very same day that I stood revving the engine of my chainsaw before taking it right to a doomed wooden picnic table, I also bumped up and down as I rolled by the piles of debris in my John Deere tractor.

On another day, weeks before, I toyed with the hydraulics of a standard issue bucket truck, scissoring seamlessly and effortlessly at the headquarters parking lot.

Can you believe that the government actually trusts me with these pieces of machinery?

Now tell me, would you hire me to chainsaw something of yours? See the firm grip? The steady eye? The natural control? Neither do I, but I'm still learning. As a matter of fact, we all had to take a half a day training course before we could use these puppies out in the field.

Just another day at work...

So we were at the Kalaloch region of the park... pronounced Clay-lock. Weird, I know. Anyway, here you can camp right next to the water watching a beautiful sunset if you're lucky enough for a break in the clouds.

Here is John and Rebecca, doing their duties. We basically were cutting these old tables up in to firewood and replacing them with new concrete ones.

I took a quick video... not the best quality, but you really get a feel for what we were doing. Everybody on this occasion was in their rain gear because it was pretty much storming that day. Doesn't matter, we're like the Postal Service.

Break time along the beach.

A sign at the park describes a particular insect that causes theses crazy looking bulges on some of the trees. Kind of looks like a snow man to me.

These trees were just blown away by the spectacular view.

An example of one of the campsites. I said it before and I'll say it again, Olympic has some really solid, well maintained campsites.

BLUE SKY!!!

In a curious fashion statement, Bailey has started to strut around like a common trollop in just a blue bandanna.