Len, the Feller

Len Setting up his Barge to Align with the Ramp

After delivering the small BRNR1 boat on his sturdy barge, Len brought us chanterelles, freshly gathered from his land. Inhaling the sweet earthy scent, almost like apricots or sweet woodruff, gave me a huge kick of serotonin and the urge to hug this magnificent man - such neighborly warmth and generosity. 

The air is so clean north of Vancouver Island - our senses are heightened to the blend of pure earth and air. I breathe in deeply and I am grateful.

Just a Few of the Chanterelles

Len, Ready to Fell

After delivering the small BRNR1 boat on his sturdy barge, Len brought us chanterelles, freshly gathered from his land. Inhaling the sweet earthy scent, almost like apricots or sweet woodruff, gave me a huge kick of serotonin and the urge to hug this magnificent man - such neighborly warmth and generosity. 

The air is so clean north of Vancouver Island - our senses are heightened to the blend of pure earth and air. I breathe in deeply and I am grateful.

Len is here on Hull to cut down a few "small" trees.  He's lived in the area for over 34 years, first as a homebuilder and then as a logger, bringing up a family in the frontier wilderness. He tells thoughtful stories about long ago and keeps us updated on the latest bear swimming across the water or the big storm headed our way. 

Len Took Down Both Trees 

Neighbor Davalina came to sing and drum on an old alder in a ceremony to honor the trees. Len traipsed up the hill and started his chainsaw. He wasted no time getting to the business of felling the old cedars. We, of course, think they are massive amongst the slender alders, but to him they are small fells. He is used to working with the big stuff, so within half an hour they were down, ready for the next phase of clearing, processing, and building.

Davalina and Paoul

Davalina Singing to the Trees