I spent the afternoon in the woods, gathering firewood for the boiler and oceanspray rods for fencing. I parked the train in the hairpin and worked the middle path on the ridge, along the zipline. I sent three bundles of rods and a car's worth of firewood down the zipline. The firewood came from the last of the grand firs on this side of the ridge. Dead standing wood makes pretty good firewood: it's already seasoned.
I can't believe how clumsy I can be. I tipped over the gas can while dragging a branch, and pretty much cancelled out any profit for the afternoon. I did rescue a couple shovelfuls of gas-soaked dirt in a bucket, though, and threw it into the fire. Waste not want not, eh?
We have almost enough oceanspray for our wattlework class. Anita says she'd like some more willow and alder. Maybe next weekend.
The successful people in America moving forward will be those who attach themselves to cohesive local communities, places with integral local economies and sturdy social networks, especially places that can produce a significant amount of their own food. James Howard Kunstler, 2009
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