Notes from the Woods - Day 1

Following my dad and his wife as they pull the bulldozer across the Rand cut-off. There's a lot of dust. I don't miss the dust. It's October and they should have some snow by now. It was a dry summer, luckily not a super hot one, but dry enough. Actually, that's good news for these people. A dry summer means the ranchers can hay without the rain interfering. The hay's cut and the meadows leveled. The field mice have to find a new place to hide. We're headed back to Gould from another ghost town, Teller City. Rand is the only non-ghost town in between, but you'd have a hard time telling the difference. That's not Rand. That's nowhere. Welcome.

We'll take a break and then go back to get the other piece of equipment. It's a miniature log skidder. It gets better gas mileage and is better for the environment. My dad and his wife are the only people in Colorado to own one. It's made by the French. Actually, they're Canada's French, but for the bigger logging crews it's still entirely too much to take.

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