Bloggers for Loggers?

During the day I Log, at night I Blog? That sounds bad. I am reading a book that Apocolypse Cow just lent me The Golden Spruce. It's the story of a uniquely mutated Sitka spruce tree and the logger turned activist that cut it down. On the sleeve of the book it reads "Logging is a dangerous profession that has the dubious distinction of having killed and maimed even more men than commercial fishing. Loggers' work is both heroic and sad." Well that's what I do. And have done for the last 9 years. I've got some good stories to tell. Some sad, some heroic, but always dubious. And if your going to tell logging stories you better talk about a loggers' other 9-5.... Beer drinking, and the clany hamlets he lives in. Isolated from nearly every outside influence, a loggers home town provides all life sustaining nutrients. A safe haven as important to a logger as an old growth patch to a spotted owl. Believe it or not much like the spotted owl, A logger can thrive outside his natural habitat. That's were I come in. Sure I work like a mule all day, dodging upenders and rootwads, than turn around and drink till 4am by a fire on the A-line 10 miles up a logging road just like my other constituents. But unlike other loggers I can also be seen occasionally on Hawthorne in Portland drinking overpriced Hammerheads in a room full of wire rimmed glasses wearing twenty somethings all smoking American spirits. Anyway this is my first blog, and I'm no writer by any means.
Not much to report today. It snowed From 7am till Lunch time. The siderod pulled the plug just after 11am. Snow isn't that bad to work in as long as it doesn't start blowing. White Ox gloves are not the best for wet/cold conditions. Being 100 percent cotton they are more like a 5 finger tampon than a glove. Well here I am at 11pm, and if it doesn't start snowing hard again, I'll have to get up for work tomorrow.