I decided I should check my section of trail this weekend. "My" section means the piece of the North Country Trail that I maintain. It's eight miles long.
I really thought it might be a big mess because we did get quite a lot of big wind as a result of Sandy. So I asked Om if he could spot me so I didn't have to hike both directions, and he agreed.
At 9:30, I was walking into this lovely view.
For some really strange reason, there were very few branches down on the trail. I spent most of the time just flipping small sticks away. There was one 8" oak down that I cut out, and the 4" red pine it had fallen on. Later I found another 5" tree that I had to saw.
Just past halfway, I arrived at this boardwalk.
This was the first big project our chapter built, 14 years ago. It's accessible at each end, and we know that some wheelchair users have visited. Although the rain was pretty much over before I started walking, the woods was quite wet, and it was nice to have a dry place to sit and eat lunch. (Have I mentioned lately that dry feet are over-rated?)
The boardwalk is extra special to me. While we were building it, Chips died. I ran away to Marie's house for a week; I did not take that event well. When I got back, the chapter had voted to dedicate the project to Chips, and the Forest Service actually approved.
About 1/4 mile before the end of my section I thought I was out of luck. There was a large log across the trail, about 12 inches in diameter. I can't cut that with a small bow saw!
However, when I got there, it was just a section of a broken tree that had fallen. Still, I probably couldn't move it alone. Guess what! It was rotten, and I managed to roll it off the trail.
My whole section is clear!
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