I worked a lot yesterday on clearing my two-horse trailer of camping gear and storage boxes. I have this reluctance to store things in the attic because of spontaneous combustion, so I am careful about what goes in the attic — hardly any cardboard boxes, mainly plastic storage containers that are tightly sealed. The main focus of work, however, was to reclaim the two-horse trailer for hauling Star, hay and camping gear. I have a larger stock trailer, but I like the shorter trailer for maneuverability.
There’s an old Irish saying: If we wait for the rain to stop so we can work, we’ll never get anything done. Transposing that old saw: If we wait for the wind to stop or the weather to cool here in Texas, we’ll never get anything done. So I worked with barn doors banging, dust about me, and wind chill in the 40s. The wind blew a gale, upwards of 40 mph gusts during the day, and when night fell, I parked the trailer and F-250 inside the barn beside the tractor. The photo shows the interior of the barn with trailer, truck, tractor and in the background the ever-present Stihl chainsaw (orange casing next to back wall). The Stihl needs a workout on windfall oak in the grove.
In Santa Fe, Mr. Rios, of the Rios Woodyard in back of Geronimo’s Restaurant on Canyon Road, told me last winter that he would trade me even-Steven for oak and pinion. I need pinion, he needs oak. I won’t make it to Santa Fe this holiday, so I have time to cut the oak into proper size to make the trade in the summer. The Stihl chainsaw is just about the most reliable chainsaw I have ever used. I have many “safety issues” with using a chainsaw, but that’s for another post. (I beginning to feel like I am writing a column for safe behavior in the modern Wild West.)
The wind did not cease until 10:30 p.m., but the trailer is clean. I got a few things done in Texas today.