Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Fixing the fences isn't the way I'd planned to spend my Saturday afternoon but, we got the call. To be a matter of fact, I've never done any actual "fixing" so I suppose I should call it "walking the fences". I guess I like to refer to it otherwise because it makes me sound more handy when people ask my plans for the day, perhaps more manly.
We've come to know our neighbor quite well. He's an old-time farmer soon to turn 80 and not much for cold weather without pressing need. He offered months back to pay us for checking on his extensive farmland throughout winter (while the cattle are kept near the head of the pasture) but we outright refused. It's the neighborly deed and I accept any excuse to be outdoors.
Essentially the task at hand is ensuring the miles of fencing are still intact. Should high winds knock over a dead tree and it land on the wire - my neighborly duty is to help chop up the tree and mend the fence. With a couple feet of fresh know expected, I thought it a perfect day to bring out my Stormy Kromer Mackinawcoat. A quality wool jacket that stands warm against wind and weather is welcome on any winter day.
An old trail led to the first back field. Its heavy tree cover protected us from the thick snow. The snowfall picked up significantly as we entered the open pasture. Casco led us faithfully throughout the day, breaking trail from field to field.
Rhon Bell, an outdoor enthusiast, spends his time exploring the Maine Woods and documenting his journeys.
Growing up in Aroostook County, he embraced the outdoor lifestyle at a young age. Living today near Portland, he spends weekends and week-long adventures hiking New England summits, canoeing the historic Maine waterways, and ice fishing for lake trout.
Follow the journey as Window to the Woods discovers new destinations, and check out his other blog, Backwoods Plaid.