Sprocket is obsessed with rocks and face-cuts. I have actually had to not bring him to some jobs because he was rolling decent-sized rocks down the hill at us and creating a hazard.
It's still amazing how short the bunks are and how they allowed us all to side dump for so long. I remember being a kid riding with my grandfather running to a local mill that dumped into the Columbia River man those days are long gone now I couldn't imagine what the environmental community would do to all of us if we still did that.
Second that. I miss my twin Labs hauling long sticks around everywhere we went.
Not quite the scenery as out west, but the water hole was frozen over before I pulled this load across it. Dicey, wasn’t sure I was going to make it.
Is that spruce for making guitars?
