A Confession
Wrong.
Every time we approach a truck full of logs I just hope that Doug will quickly pass it before the chains break. He assures me that this could Never happen.
According to a quick search on the Internet, there are very few cases of this sort of event...documentation error I'm sure.
Don't get me wrong, I love trees. I love everything about them, flooring, paper, toothpicks, sap, wait, I don't like sap. Anyway, they're quite lovely and very useful. I just don't like them next to me on the freeway.
So, my arborrollaphobia will continue (we came up with that one on our own. Craziness had set in after 8 hours in the car.) and I will try my best to stay off those mountain roads. They're just teeming logging trucks, ya know.





