"Feral ~ from feminine of ferus wild: having escaped from domestication and become wild"...




Thursday

Intermission...a word from our sponsor...

Okay. Dont worry.
We have everything under control.  

"Nepal Notes"
 will continue again,
once mr. foresterman is home.

And

Once we have real internet.  

Not on a little phone that is from 1986 
or
from "trying not to get their seats dirty" little wireless cafe because 
its raining outside and we cant work.

So basically Im under pressure but in control.

For now.

If none of this makes sense its okay
because I think im under control.

I think.

But in the meanwhile,
let me give you a hint on what we have been up to.


"Tiny living"


This is my kitchen as of late.
I have spent more time at work (Black Hills)
then I have at home the last three months.

Rv'ing worklife for me!


Speaking of work,

this is the rare Black Hills Mountain snail.
\It actually lives at 6600'ft
where we are working at!

I have seen these guys all over,

Even on trees.

Its kinda gross but cool.

You try walking in the woods under pressure without stepping on something
thats only 1/4 inch big.

many of them.



Here we are on lunch break.

We take lunch on a log.

Ranger takes lunch anywhere.




We are vascilating between rain and sun.

Sun is bright at 6600 ft.

"Peeeeter,.. Peeeetor, time to wake uppp!"

Extra points to you if you know what movie that is from!


the trees are leafing out. 
it will make it difficult for us
to see the forest through the trees...


I think I have cored over 1000+ 
ponderosa pine
trees this year.
no joke.

We are still working out the details.


The oldest was over 300 years old.

The tallest was at 104 feet.

I have big biceps.


Big trees, big work.

thats all for intermission now.

xoxox's to you all!


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11 comments:

  1. Oh your alive .......your alive. That is all I needed to know:) Later

    Just kidding. Oh I love the old old snails, the 300 year old pines and you have biceps now drat now I have to get working out I may be lagging behind. Enjoy your mountain tree coring job and all the tiny house living, rain, snow, mud, sunshine and the thought of knowing that we are all with you every step of the way my friend. We really do miss you. Be safe have fun and don't forget me:):):) like that could ever happen eh...xo Hug B

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  2. I miss you but I'm glad you're taking good care of the trees!!

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  3. that is a beautiful forest. I bet you're loving (almost) every minute of it.

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  4. GW Feral Woman,

    Gorgeous trees with all kinds of history, I would love to have a job like yours.
    The movies, would it be Peter Pan?

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  5. Sounds great. You are having a wonderful time. It was nice to see a rare snail and also beautiful trees...

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  6. The movie....Peter Pan?
    Wow, interesting life for you right now.

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  7. YOU HAVE SUCH A COOL JOB!!! I was shouting that - silently, as I am sitting at my NOT cool job.

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  8. I thought, for a moment, you were taking a break from being Feral. That would be (I think) "not a good thing." I hope you continue building your biceps; no, I won't arm wrestle you in a bar.

    Blessings and Bear hugs during your time in the bush (and thereabouts).

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  9. Ahhh. The RV life. I'm there with you. Just think how huge our houses will be when we return. Love the trees. Like most of the wildlife and keep that sweet canine on alert.

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  10. Long time lurker, I've never commented before but I couldn't resist this time. I actually know this line! It's from "What We Do in the Shadows!" I just recently watched it and it's hilarious!

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    1. DING DING DING We have a winner!!! Unknown - you have the best taste in movies!!!! I still crack up when i think of different scenes - poor stu LOL! xoxo

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