After we chatted last Thursday I hauled up some of that beaver wood on Paul's trailer.

and in the wheel barrow, and a couple of long ones on my shoulder.

Sun down Thursday evening.

Friday morning, the night shift got a little work done.

Foggy start to the day.

 Then it burned off to a beautiful fall day.

Except for a little sun Saturday afternoon, when Grasshopper came home, it's been crappy ever since.  I did brave the pouring rain to get an update on the night shift's work. It's getting a little precarious. Looks like they are running in and taking a couple of bites and running for the hills. I wonder if we will hear it when it falls.

I feel yer pain little buddy.

This is my problem.

I would, if I could.