It seems that the bears are not fighting on the welcome sign. On my most recent visit to the cabin, I took a closer look at the sign, and what you see above is what I found.
I didn’t make as much progess expanding the pine planting area as I had hoped on my last visit. In part that was due to Flike insisting that I throw a stick for him. Cut down one sapling and drag it into the forest. Throw stick a half dozen times. Return to saplings. Repeat. I leave Libby and Queequeg at the cabin with the truck when I embark on my pine work. Flike and I hike cross country through the forest, liberating cedars and unearthing nice round rocks along the way. When we get to the pine plantation, we’re already a little worn down, but we get to work. When she’s had enuf contemplative time at the cabin, Libby puts Queequeg in the truck and drives over to the pines to collect me for lunch.
So with my clearing time limited, my energies spent, and my lunch looming, I don’t get nearly as much done as I imagine I will. But I’m not sure how much I really do need to get done. I only have 25 pines to plant in April, and perhaps half of those will go on Danger Island — I think I’ve worked out the defensive fencing arrangement there — so that leaves a comparatively small number of pines over a comparatively large area of land. But I like the clean, open look of the area, so I keep at it.