Day 65: There was a brief "island" in the middle of our latest atmospheric river in the afternoon, so I thought I'd take a quick walk up the road to see which tree had taken out the power lines earlier that morning. Kevin had just missed it...or rather, it had just missed Kevin. The tree fell about five minutes before he was passing my house on his way to work. It blocked the road, so he turned around and came back to my place. The power was out for two hours. So, as I said, I wanted to see for myself, so I took advantage of a break in the rain to walk up, camera under my wing. The central portion of the tree had been hauled away, but the part which had broken the power lines lay in several long sections on the verge. The trunk had snapped about 5' up from ground level, and the sections were roughly 16" in diameter, and were no longer the PUD's concern. They will disappear bit by bit over time, sawn into manageable chunks and carted off by locals who never pass up free firewood. You never see the "harvesters." Some day, it just registers with you that the roadside is log-free again. Funny how that works.
(Kevin's photo)
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