There was (still is) a pile of wood in the front yard. The Fuzz has been collecting bits here and there. A lot of this stuff is too big to fit in the heater as is, so it needs to be cut up and some, split. It may be recalled that we have been blessed with a
Log Splitter just for situations like this. So with cold, snow and ice predicted, The Fuzz decided to pull the thing out of the woods and put it to work. He should have known something was not right when it was so hard to handle hitching it to the truck. But The Fuzz is the persistent (stubborn, hard headed) sort, and manhandled things, managing to get it all hooked together. As he was pulling the thing past the house, he figured he'd stop and pick up the gas can, saving some steps latter. He can be very efficient at times. This was when he discovered that the gas can was empty.
So, always the thinker, he thought, "Since this thing is already hitched up, I'll just pull it to the gas station and fill the tank there". It seemed like a good plan. It was at this point that he realized why it had been so hard to handle the thing. He discovered the tire was flat. The next step was to get out the tire pump. After about 20 min. The Fuzz was forced to face the fact that he wasn't going to be able to pump up this tire like that.
But the "Snow" was coming, and the wood still needed to be split. Using the powerful 4x4 pickup truck, he dragged the splitter the rest of the way to the wood, and forced it into position. (This was easier than carrying the wood to the machine.) Next he unhitched it, and drove off with the empty gas can in search of the expensive fuel.
The Fuzz did manage to get the wood split, before dark, and in time to be ready for the "Wintery Mix".
Now he has to deal with the flat tire. If you look closely, you may notice that this tire is not like the one on your car (or mine for that matter). There are no lug nuts, the whole rim must be removed. So today, The Fuzz jacked the thing up, pulled off the grease cap, pulled out the cotter pin, removed the castle nut and bearings and finally got the useless tire off the thing. Tomorrow he will carry it to work with him, and if the boss-man is not watching, maybe he can find out why the air came out.
The tire on the wheelbarrow is leaky too. But that's not why it's pictured here. I just wanted to show off our little ice.
As He and his Sweetie watched,they made their way across the river,
to where this boat was moored.
And then, they climbed out and up onto the quay. 
This is not really a Mystery Pix, I just think it's cool.
Here's a couple of pix of what's left of an old building in the woods near here.
About all that's left are the walls and some tin laying around.
Around Sunrise, he found himself at this lake.
So here is the pooch- post bath.
There was (still is) a pile of wood in the front yard. The Fuzz has been collecting bits here and there. A lot of this stuff is too big to fit in the heater as is, so it needs to be cut up and some, split. It may be recalled that we have been blessed with a Log Splitter just for situations like this. So with cold, snow and ice predicted, The Fuzz decided to pull the thing out of the woods and put it to work. He should have known something was not right when it was so hard to handle hitching it to the truck. But The Fuzz is the persistent (stubborn, hard headed) sort, and manhandled things, managing to get it all hooked together. As he was pulling the thing past the house, he figured he'd stop and pick up the gas can, saving some steps latter. He can be very efficient at times. This was when he discovered that the gas can was empty. 
So, always the thinker, he thought, "Since this thing is already hitched up, I'll just pull it to the gas station and fill the tank there". It seemed like a good plan. It was at this point that he realized why it had been so hard to handle the thing. He discovered the tire was flat. The next step was to get out the tire pump. After about 20 min. The Fuzz was forced to face the fact that he wasn't going to be able to pump up this tire like that.
But the "Snow" was coming, and the wood still needed to be split. Using the powerful 4x4 pickup truck, he dragged the splitter the rest of the way to the wood, and forced it into position. (This was easier than carrying the wood to the machine.) Next he unhitched it, and drove off with the empty gas can in search of the expensive fuel.
Even though I couldn't get to the Tippy-Top, there was still a bit of a view. Kinda trippy how as the mountains fade into the distance, they just seem to blend into the sky. I like the mountains. But the trees are dying. They say it is acid rain. The little sign up there claims the rain is as stout as vinegar up there. I like vinegar on my collards, but it seems the trees don't. and there are dead trees all over up there, as can be seem. 
The Parkway is a pleasant ride. You see a lot of Bikes there when the weather is good, shoot, even when the weather is not so good. I've been caught in the rain up there many a time. I used to visit Boone NC from time to time and usually got rained on at least once. But no rain on this trip. One thing about the Parkway though, the speed limit is only 45. So if you want an exciting ride, flirting with death, you'll have to go some where else. There are other places.
Well It seems we can post pictures again, I'm not real sure, since we can't preview them. I suppose if it posts, we can see them then. So here are those tiny little apples I was mentioning the other day. We have two trees, but all I can find are these few, on this one branch, of this one tree. Of the two trees, this one is a sort of wild one, or at least, the least tasty. The other is a Winesap type, which makes yummy pies. But alas, that one seems to have no survivors. 
These apples are also on a branch that is hanging low across a path which gets constant use due to our particular facilities here. So really, I don't think we can count on much here. 
