But a run “to town” reaps rewards. I can’t show you the full trailer load TO town, but beyond the stove and desk, it included three dilapidated bicycles, some random fasteners and assorted whatnot, weighing in at
Several hundred pounds. The property sighs in relief, just over half the take was a single metal part, the catalytic converter from MINCX, no wonder they get stolen off vehicles!
I realized en route from the metal drop that there was a closer shoption, and dropped a CLYNK bag (the gloriously simple redemption option in most of Maine) and stocked up on
Frozen fruit (for the coming cleanse smoothies) and kombucha. There is a great kombuchery in Middlebury that actually extracts the minuscule amount of alcohol from their brews (not an issue for me) and have three delicious flavors.
W3lly (nearly effortlessly with the AC honking, thank you new cabin filter!) hauled a medium load of ash back from Peavy, expertly loaded
M4XW3LL was in the way so I couldn’t position it for unloading. More on that darling beast later, but high eighties in the second half of September?! Speaking of bookends, those scorching June days are seeing a whack of serious heat late summer, by DownEast standards!
The leaves are turning AND dropping, the trees are stressed. Hopefully fires don’t pop up, but our over logging doesn’t leave much chance for “headline” fires like out west. Usually the rains cover that up…
It’s finally cooling, I’m listening to crickets (no cicadas in the 80’s?!) after a P~pad Rueben (fried green tomato pastrami kale and onion sandwich mess, replete with Mason’s DownEast BloodyMaryKetchup and Kewpie mayo (999 Island Dressing minus the chemicals?)) and contemplating my second day off. To play, to wok, balance both? It’ll be hot and dry regardless.
Spoon the knobbies onto BTWXD, exercise M4XW3LL, buzz to the Lost Coast on MINCX, or zero pavement? Today’s pavement excursion was both successful and drama free, way fewer tourons and the usual midweek traffic moving from point A to B, with alacrity.
As I’m about to sign off the baying of bear dogs mingles with the evening sounds. As of two days ago, 50 bears have been culled from the local woods, mostly sub 120 lbs. Eating a baby cow is veal, baby sheep is lamb, a baby bear is about the same, minus a farmed name, often called yearlings…
Cheers, the full moon’s on the rise and I’m whooped, going to have to put on some clothing!!
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