Today, I mailed off an invitation to Kirk for the backpack trip that has become an annual event for me. Last year, the forecast of rain and snow kept us off the mountain. This year, I am hoping to do the section above Cheaha. I've hiked all the intervening trail. I am hoping to knock off another section and keep that up until I've hiked all the way to the AT in Georgia. Perhaps then I can continue my trek and make my way up to Tennessee. But I am not worried about that. If Mitch and Kirk come down and do this hike with me, that will be big. Right now a couple of my local hiking companions are "in". So I can look forward to getting out amongst the trees and stones. We'll see if the weather cooperates.
After my recovery period for Covid, I went to Cullman on Monday the 8th and started catching up on the mowing and farm stuff. Pretty much everything needed mowing. The big tractor made short work on the main north fields and David helped me with the field across from the pond. The grass had grown quite long and with the two week absence, I simply started and mowed all of them. There is always some mowing to do. At least no trees had fallen. There were some indoor projects pending. A couple of shower fixtures had to be replaced. The screen door latch didn't hold and had to be improved. The old JD mower needed a bit of tuning so it would climb better and the mowing deck replaced. And the garden needed to be disked and more corn and okra planted. David should have had a shot on the groundhog at the old house but forgot to check his ammo. The hammer fell on an empty chamber. I got the conibear traps out and caught one of the groundhogs that lived by the spring. David had ...