The sun came out and we found ourselves a nice quiet gravelly lay-by to lie down in and eat our left over egg and tomato baps. No sooner as we’d placed the bread to our lips, a huge rumble came booming through the trees. A giant dust cloud forming, we just had time to lift our feet when the mother of all logging trucks shuddered past. He was a biggen! Brushing the dust off the bun, and picking the grit out of the butter (and my eyes) we looked at each other. “So there was some logging eh!” :) Feeling vindicated that there had been a good reason to miss a chunk of the forest trail, we felt better as we made our way onwards, the only way left, to town… A good chance there’ll be an Irish Pub in Sannon?
I was seriously questioning wether there was any logging going on at all until Optimus Prime came roaring past. The retarded thing is – by the look of the maps, the section of our trail that’s closed only shares a couple of miles with the logging tracks, by detouring around it we’re actually exposed to much more logging traffic I suspect? Anyhow, Owls await, off we go.
It’s not the logging traffic you have to be careful of, it’s the chainsaws breaking on the harvester heads that could get you. You can get shot by chainshock over 200m away and if it’s closed to the public, they might never know you were there.
Best take the diversion.
Ok fair enough, yeah we did take the diversion. Cheers for the info Indy. So they have tree harvesters? I still kind of imagined they’d go round one by one lumberjack stylee!