Otway covered bridge

The covered bridge restoration is complete. 6 months and some changes and open for traffic. The engineer said there wouldn't be any windows and that's what caused some rot in the first place. It looks good, but it would look better with windows. Plus the old bridge had a star at each end which gave it some class, which the new one doesn't. I'm glad it's been saved and restored, it just doesn't have the class the old bridge did, now its new looking and clinical. I guess in a few years when the cedar weathers it will look better, we'll see. At least Otway has a tourist action now. The official ribbon cutting ceremony is this Saturday, hoping for big turn out,

Raptor on the brain

Ever since Dennis and I's Colorado trip I keep seeing raptors in everything. We stopped by this rock shop called the Gold Mine in Canon City, as I was buying some rocks I spied this nice piece of red pipestone, thought I could make a couple eagle head peace pipes, which I did. Then after repairing the chainsaw I needed something to try it on. Well I still have from cedar from a tree I cut down at the farm over 20 yrs ago, which is hard to believe after moving a few time and dragging that damned wood around. Anyway I look at it and what did I see another eagle. Now it's on the front of the house. Maybe its because we had two close encounters with red tail hawks in Colorado, that yielded some good pictures. Or like the first one that just stared at us as if it was trying to say something. I guess I should just go with. Like Dad used to " Yeah, keep that we might need for something" I reckon so.

Where the deer and antelope roam

Dennis and I just got back from a week trip to Colorado. And what a trip, 200 miles on the Ranger cruising the Rocky Mountains. First 2 days camping at 10,000' ft in Crested Butte, typical mountain habitat, pine and aspen, no humidity and beautiful weather. Riding the logging roads and trails were nothing short of wonderful. The ATV trails proved to be challenging, but nothing we couldn't handle. Steering on my 150 started getting stiff, so we thought we had a power steering pump going out, but dry u-joints  on the steering column seemed to be the problem, but a little WD-40 and we were off to Buena Vista. At 8500' ft the terrain was much different, high chaparral as Dennis put it. It was like in a cowboy movie, all I could thing of was the cool ambush spot along the trail when the stage coach used to travel the road. Dustier and dryer too. Antelope with great horns and a close encounter with a red tail hawk was the best wildlife along with a few deer. No elk or eagles, damn it. But a  great trip nonetheless, although a GPS glitch and not following my brothers' sage advise lead us to great, great, flat, barren, almost uninhabited Great Plains of eastern Colorado, added another 1 1/2 of driving that we ready didn't need. Coupled with no gas stations for 150 miles we ran out of gas 7 miles short of the interstate. 5 gallons of gas in the back of the Ranger was good, but lack of  proper funnel was another story. Anyway we made it home without incident. It was soon good to get spend some unimpeded time with my brother. Like laughing as a Stellar's' jay that would land on his chair and try eat right out of his hand. Reminiscing about our parents, our brothers, our friends, that's what I'll cherish the most. In life it really is the small things.

 

Shaving Horse

I've been woodworking, primitive and modern all my life, but I've never had a shaving horse. I just never got around to building one until this weekend. Went to Scotty's and one beer lead to another and before we knew it I had his new Stihl chainsaw and went to work on a poplar log laying by the barn. Split in half and roughed out the head. Brought back home and finished today. Now just a project so I've got some reason the use it.

Now that's recycling

I had been off on vacation hanging around the house. Dennis came over for a few days and we took the Ranger to WNF to do a couple days riding, 75miles worth I'll add. But as the Otway covered bridge restoration is well on it's way the're a lot of old siding boards they weren't

going to reuse. Dennis and I loaded enough of them to put them up in the kitchen for the barn siding look. Well it came out great, and the pictures really don't do it justice. I also refinished a maple burl table I made over 20yrs ago that the finish had bubbled. Again the picture doesn't do it justice either. I think it looks better than the day I did it. So once again Dennis and I kicked out another project. Him and I are taking the Ranger to Colorado later this summer to explore the Silverton/Gunnison area. Can't wait.

New additions

As we are ever striving to update and change the grounds to keep thing fresh. My neighbor is a chainsaw artist and made a deal on eagle. The I spotted a standing "Welcome" bear. I wanted the bear, but I couldn't  show my hand. Well 3 days of tough negotiating and he was all mine. I think he's a great addition to our quaint little abode.

Pigs and Toms

Well its been a frustrating couple weeks of hunting. Went after wild boar in Vinton Co. an hour east of us. It was a night hunt with a small light shinning on a pile of corn. Well the first night got a little chilly and I left the blind a 1 am. Trail showed that they showed up @ 2:40 am. Left too soon. The next night I stayed until 4am, nothing. That was it on a 2 day hunt. I had 3 days leased for a turkey hunt last weekend. Friday was a rain out, but Saturday was a gem, birds gobbling everywhere. Finally a big old tom came out in the field and put on a show for an hour, flipped me off and walked the other way. Oh well at least I got some pictures. Sunday was slow, only heard 1 bird and he sound like he was in the same spot all morning. So I snuck down thru the cedar thicket and set up on a narrow green spot. He gobbled once and then there he was. I thought he was close enough, and I guess me not getting a turkey for a few years, made him seem closer than he was. At the shot I knocked off his feet, flopped around, got up and took off. The second shot knocked him down again, but the tough old bird took off through the woods like a scalded cat. 2hrs of searching proved fruitless. I guess that's why the call it hunting, not shopping.