Off to a bad start

The lung congestion has Kadizzle awake.  2020  is about ten minutes away.   The trail gang had a nice prime rib supper at the marina.  Time marches on.  The mind shows signs of getting close to 71, but it is the body that needs a tune up.  Jasper Littlebottom and Ken both fell getting out of bed late at night.  As an old duffer that feeling of imbalance when you wake up to pee.   Kadizzle remembers trying to do a flip at the pool with Sylvie last summer.  The big old lump just does not move like it used to.  Little Joey has run amok.  With the rational it is the holiday season and there should be some reward for having this miserable cough Kadizzle has allowed little Joey free reign.

Yesterday Kadizzle and Dave got the little tractor of the Forest Service going.  We got a lot done on the local trails with the tractor.  For some strange reason the Forest Service likes doing everything by hand and the hard way.  Kadizzle suspected a lot could be done with the tractor, but it took a lot of arm twisting to get management to finally agree.   Kadizzle and Dave put the little scraper blade on the back and graded the trails.  The blade was brand new.  Why they bought it if they had no intention of using it is a mystery, but there are a lot of mysteries.  A very frustrating aspect of working on trails are the rules in wilderness areas.  No mechanized tools are allowed.  This means a tree that could be cut in less than a minute will take an hour of hand sawing.  If only there could just be two or three weeks when one could disturb the wilderness.  The concept is good, but a little reason would go a long way.

Here we are in the Earth Module.  The nights have been cold and two electric heaters run all night.  Winky is sound asleep as Kadizzle sits up to drain the lungs.  May everyone reading this nonsense have a good 2020.  We all need to be thankful for the good friends we have.  Friends and experiences are the essence of life so have lots of good friends, and good experiences.