Driving to work I was stopped this morning for a logging operation. A nice patch of forest that I wanted to pick chanterelle mushrooms in last fall but never got around to it.
It made me feel sick, first in line at the flagger, stopped for five minutes, watching some glorious lichen-draped douglas fir trees turn into $$$ and stumps. I took some snapshots of them falling but after awhile I lost my cool and yelled at the flagger, "hey, can I go to work?" They kindly radioed the feller and let me through...
Tonight I cooked stir fry with a wooden spatula and cleaned up with some paper towels. I am the logger, same but different. He is whereas I pretend.
