More Logging

When I drove home from Frank's I took the back way. I hadn't driven it for quite a long time. It's changed. It isn't stumps all the way, but it's stumps about 40% of the way. When I got to my drive there was a logging truck blocking my way. I waited and a logger with a running chainsaw came over and said they'd be moving in a few minutes. I waited until they pulled out of the driveway then I was able to get to my house. What they were logging was the property next to the noisy man who is next to me. It's like this:
---------------------------------------------------------lakeshore
[Me] [Noisy] [logged-off land][some other houses]
[_____[______[__________[__[____[_____
Then the driveway angles into road

The logger backed his car out after a little while. Then the older man who was the truck operator/driver came over to ask me if I needed to get down the driveway. Um. YES. I was nice and polite to both men as it isn't due to them that this entire area is being destroyed.

While I was waiting I found a book Tiff had given me that had been buried under a lot of work papers, and started reading The Underdogs (Los de Abajo), about the Mexican Revolution.