otlski
Gold Member
A story about something not lost in the woods. So my house is in the woods. Even when we were building it, the land was pretty raw. My father and I had just finished putting the first floor deck over the walk out basement. We were not planning to work the following day. As we were hauling the generator uphill my father said "why don't we come back tomorrow and put the basement door in and secure the place so we don't have to lug this stuff around anymore"
It was very late when we arrived the next day; daylight was dwindling. We stopped at the local hardware store because neither of us had brought a phillips screwdriver. The small store only had one choice, a dual pack of Stanley slot and phillips, one bright green and the other bright orange. As we finished with the door, we were deep into twilight. Though our eyes had adjusted we struggled to find the tools, all except for these two drivers which stood out in the darkness.
In twenty years I have worked into the darkness many times. Every time those two screwdrivers make sure that they are not left behind. Every now and then I will paint a tool bright yellow. It is usually after it gets left behind more than once. Crowbars in the woods are the worst. They can be ten feet from you in broad daylight and still hide successfully.
It was very late when we arrived the next day; daylight was dwindling. We stopped at the local hardware store because neither of us had brought a phillips screwdriver. The small store only had one choice, a dual pack of Stanley slot and phillips, one bright green and the other bright orange. As we finished with the door, we were deep into twilight. Though our eyes had adjusted we struggled to find the tools, all except for these two drivers which stood out in the darkness.
In twenty years I have worked into the darkness many times. Every time those two screwdrivers make sure that they are not left behind. Every now and then I will paint a tool bright yellow. It is usually after it gets left behind more than once. Crowbars in the woods are the worst. They can be ten feet from you in broad daylight and still hide successfully.