|Still, that's a wide, wide storm.|
Our homestead power remained on. But already some Vermonters (7759) have been cut off, especially down south.
|Thanks, Green Mountain Power!|
When not online, we took the opportunity to bring down a dangerous tree. It was an old, big thing, dead some years and slightly rotten. It was also about a dozen feet from the house, meaning the wind could blow it into our bathroom or front hall. So we hacked at it with axe, cut a bit with handsaws, hacked some more, until the tree looked ready to move. We tied a long rope to the highest part we could reach, and Ceredwyn hauled on the other end while Bryan pushed the trunk with hands and shoulders. We pulled and pushed, hollered and strained, until the wobbling dramatically oscillated and a deep groaning, then cracking muttered forth from the bole. One piece of a limb fell off, nearly hitting Bryan, and the rest came tottering, thudding down.
You could climb onto the stump and peer down into accumulated rings of time, tracking the progress of years and lesser decay.
Our own bit of destruction, snuck in just before Sandy's full might descends.