Mike Pearson's Adventures on a Pale Blue Dot

There was rarely a time in my life when there wasn't a pick-up truck close by. My dad always had one for work, in addition to the family car. My first licensed vehicle was a 53 Ford pick-up with a flat head V-8 and a transmission that required double clutching. That was Johnny Ritchies old truck that I got for 75 bucks...cash of course, no payments. That would be around 1976 or so. Me in front of dad's old Chevy truck...on a Christmas tree hunting expedition...up on the Jackson Bros logging road in the early to mid 60's. Dad ( Ken Pearson ) digging out the Chevy. This is our old house on the corner of Whitaker and Davis Bay road. This is what dad used the pick-up for mostly. In the winters when logging was shut down, he went back shake cutting. ( cedar shakes for house roofs ) This involved getting a permit to harvest dead and down red cedar logs. They were cut with a chainsaw into 24 inch long blocks ( shake blocks...left hand side of the photo ) The shake block...

These logging machines have been literally put out to pasture. If a person was to go logging in a field, would you then be called a "flogger"? Would the process of logging a field be called "flogging"? I asked...and apparently the answer is no. Identity crisis...is it an International TD-20 with Cat parts...or a Cat with TD-20 parts? It took me a while before I noticed the log stakes on this old timer No logs now, just a canoe I was out standing in that field