The winter wood pile.
My Dad got a new dirt making machine in his workshop.
We took the ferry into town.
I stood underneath this Westin for nearly two hours.
Because my Dad locked his keys in the truck, while it was still running. It was about 39 degrees.
Back at home the Family passed around the new Xmas Chainsaw.
What a saw!
At two years old, Gus is already floored by the natural beauty of power tools.