No one seems to notice that I have tied the traditional logger's knot. I feel like the real thing. They tell us that the ear protectors are to keep your hard hat on. They remind us that time spent praying for good weather is mandatory but not paid for. We bump up the final hill.
Somebody ought to send the grader up here.
The helicopter rests on the landing. It seems that the rocks are all uniform shape around it. I can't see the clear cut. They are over the hill. The engineer has already begun the first of many mechanical checks the helicopter will endure this day.