We hauled the rest of our logs home on our triple axle equipment trailer, but the last load was a real big one. It was three cords of green, large tamarack, meant for saw logs for our hayloft floor. We drove very slowly as there are a lot of frost heaves in the paved roads between here and there. When we were only 6 miles from home, we hit a break in the road and the trailer bounced. BANG! SCRAPE! Oh oh! Not good. Will stopped the truck and found that the bolts that bolted the hitch to the frame had snapped and dropped the hitch to the pavement. And we were right in the middle of a two lane road. I tried calling David on my cell phone. No David. So I called our friend and neighbor, Jerry Yourczek, who David works for in the hayfields. Luckily, he was home and brought his truck to help. (We “save” each other, off and on all year!) While we were waiting, Will and I cranked and cranked up the dolly jack, raising the hitch from the road to level. Luckily, Will forced the hitch out of the receiver and I pulled the truck down the road and parked it out of the way. Then we continued cranking the VERY heavy trailer higher. Finally, Jerry showed up and we quickly hitched the trailer onto his truck. Whew!
The next morning, we used David’s truck to haul the load home from Jerry’s yard and all went well. Now Will has the logs all stacked in neat piles: barn beam logs, saw logs, and fence posts. And he’s been sharpening and peeling them, getting ready to fence this spring (in our spare time).