Chore for Himself

A large, dead tree fell across the River Trail and Himself took the chain saw down and cut his way through. Now we can, again, ride the 4-wheeler on the trail.

Himself thinks that limbs and trees always (and only) fall on the trails. He's probably right.

When the sled / drogue is done, we'll pull it down to the river, cut the wood to length and pull it back to the cabin.