Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Our little valley is on a road to nowhere, and we get almost no "through traffic." Except for chip trucks. They carry wood chips, waste wood from sawmills two or three hours to the north, en route to a pulp mill an hour and a half to the south. With the advance of the mountain pine beetle, the amount of wood being logged has gone up, and so has chip truck traffic. On any long winding uphill stretch of road you are likely to end up behind one of these lumbering rigs. Locals love to hate them.