Tess and I started building the wood sheds last week. Turns out she wanted to build wood sheds just so she could go out to the bush and buck up firewood from the “dead and down” bounty here on the Sunshine Coast, then fill up the wood sheds with it. (Tess is a tough forest fire fighter, and is gearing up for her summer season.)
So, after sharpening the chain, she and I went out to find firewood (I’m just there as a swamper (or clean-up slave) and to call 9-1-1 if Tess cuts off her leg.) It took no time at all to find some beautiful downfall, close to the road.
With a burst of energy, Tess donned D’s new birthday “chaps” (safety leggings made of Kevlar.) She and the chainsaw made short work of one-and-a-half tree trunks, then the gas ran out. She re-mixed the gas, filled the chainsaw reservoir, and tried to go back to bucking. Husqvarna was not happy.
Tess took apart the chain saw, blew out the air and fuel filters, cleaned the spark plug, re-assembled, and fired ‘er up. Still not happy. We drove into Roberts Creek for lunch at the Gumboot. Got new gas, dropped off the rounds at the famous wood sheds, and headed back. Husqvarna was not buyin’ it.
Next morning, Husqvarna was much happier (as am I after a good night’s sleep). She purred. Unfortunately, the much-overworked pull rope resigned (shredded) and that was it for Husqi for now.
The wood sheds will get filled, just not this week. Sorry, Tess, I know you have your goals.