The bigger backpack blowers have hurricane-force velocity; it will torque you around and working uphill will push you back if you don’t have the legs for it. Happy trails!
Is there room in that hole for more than one person? No? Well. We’ve just about finished a pedestrian bridge where we had to bring the lumber and parts down the trail to the site, remove the old bridge and fit in the new one. Some days it was all seven of us moving decking, spans and digging in the mud, and sometimes it was six of us watching how the lead earned his position. Happy trails!
Beg to disagree: the Old Spice commercials, and before them, The World’s Most Interesting Man, have me running into the room to spend time with those very attractive, and funny, men. Happy trails!
One of the very bad, and now restricted, chemicals I found at my husband’s 1950’s house which he inherited from his dad, was a can of paint laced with DDT. By coincidence, this morning an eagle flew over the house, now a more common sight than when we moved in thirty-plus years ago. Oh, and my husband denies the chemicals had anything to with his family’s bad health and deaths. Happy trails!
The bigger backpack blowers have hurricane-force velocity; it will torque you around and working uphill will push you back if you don’t have the legs for it. Happy trails!