My Vacation in the South (of Quebec)
During my Spring Break I was buffeted by 60km winds and -25 Celsius temps. I froze my brains and arse. Nothing like vacationing in the south. Here are some pictures I took while laying in a good split of maple for next winter.
Timber hook on elm. Don't worry the elm was an Ice Storm casualty and half dead from Dutch Elm disease. There was a smaller elm in its shade which was struggling for light before I removed this one.
Look how white the sand is!! You won't find that anywhere else in the world.
I admit I can be such a pansy sometimes taking these "froo froo" shots. This tree looked cool though as I looked up while sipping my tea (or taking a piss, I can't remember).
Annie is happy that my new boots match the colour of my saw. Before I was making a big fashion "faut pas" with my black boots. I might mention that I am now wearing JT Sport; just about ready for the red carpet with such a designer name.
Mister you are like a conqueror when you run this thing in the bush. Nothing can stop you. This is Annie's father's winch. Operating the winch is Annie's official job. She wants me to buy her one for her birthday now. Really she is a girl of expensive taste considering I bought her a New Holland hay bailer last year.
Four afternoons; six cords home. Haven't slept that good in a while.
Evidence of the Ice Storm of 98 is still everywhere.
Pansy shot again. It was a really nice Southern sunset though.
Home. A well deserved first beer of many after that last day in the bush. Shitty joined me by the fire and curled up on my lap. Both dogs were tired from the day in the bush too, and snored away on the floor beside me.
Timber hook on elm. Don't worry the elm was an Ice Storm casualty and half dead from Dutch Elm disease. There was a smaller elm in its shade which was struggling for light before I removed this one.
Look how white the sand is!! You won't find that anywhere else in the world.
I admit I can be such a pansy sometimes taking these "froo froo" shots. This tree looked cool though as I looked up while sipping my tea (or taking a piss, I can't remember).
Annie is happy that my new boots match the colour of my saw. Before I was making a big fashion "faut pas" with my black boots. I might mention that I am now wearing JT Sport; just about ready for the red carpet with such a designer name.
Mister you are like a conqueror when you run this thing in the bush. Nothing can stop you. This is Annie's father's winch. Operating the winch is Annie's official job. She wants me to buy her one for her birthday now. Really she is a girl of expensive taste considering I bought her a New Holland hay bailer last year.
Four afternoons; six cords home. Haven't slept that good in a while.
Evidence of the Ice Storm of 98 is still everywhere.
Pansy shot again. It was a really nice Southern sunset though.
Home. A well deserved first beer of many after that last day in the bush. Shitty joined me by the fire and curled up on my lap. Both dogs were tired from the day in the bush too, and snored away on the floor beside me.
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