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A Well-Dressed Stranger

We marked around 80,000 feet of marginal- to low-grade white pine in our woods recently, and the first jag – about half – has been cut and shipped north to Canada. The truckers…

Dispatch From Camp, November 14, 2012

Hi all - So things are good up in the North Woods. We hung two bucks the first weekend, courtesy of my brothers, Trevor and Brendan. The weather has been less than perfect for hunting, so we…

Silver Linings

I took a walk before the rain from Sandy started early Monday morning. You could feel the low pressure and see an unusual pallor in the sky even in southern Vermont. One year and change past…

By Any Other Name

There were a series of public meetings this week in Vermont concerning a new industry-wide maple syrup classification system that will affect the whole Northeast. As it stands, each state has…

So You Know Logs. How About Boards?

In the midst of like-minded company, like here in this blog, I often speak of the “woodlot” – the place my family goes to, among other things, cut firewood, make maple…

Welcome Elise!

Editor’s Note: We recently hired Elise Tillinghast to be our new Executive Director. Those of you who live in the Upper Valley may know her from her work in area non-profits; regular…

A Song for September

It’s human nature to categorize, to organize, to put things in boxes. Take seasons. Conventional wisdom holds that Labor Day weekend is the last weekend of summer, and thus we are now…

Log Cabin Lessons Part 2

To catch those of you who didn’t read the first blog post in this series up, our 20-year-old log cabin is rotting and full of carpenter ants. Rather than fix it, we’re cutting our…

The Great Snake Debate

While trying to retrieve the Ark of the Covenant, Raiders of the Lost Ark hero and noted ophidiophobe Indiana Jones finds himself in a hibernaculum full of hundreds of writhing snakes. I…

Log Cabin Lessons

I was sixteen years old in 1992, the year we started work on our log cabin. We built it out of red pine that had probably been planted in the 1940s. Dad felled the trees and my brother,…