Sometimes, I can totally understand the male fascination with heavy equipment.
Look. You could squash a person flat with that! Big equipment makes me nervous and excited. Fascinated, but leery to come too close.
That’s my neighbor-across-the-river at Stringtown Rising, Ed, and his backhoe.
And my cousin with his big yellow truck.
My cousin and I met Ed to pick up my cousin’s brush hog and cultivator, which was still over at Stringtown Rising. Here’s the cultivator going in.
When they finished getting each piece of equipment in the truck, then I had to climb up into the back of the truck and pull off the rope from the backhoe then off the equipment. It was dangerous! Sort of! And heady! I don’t usually come into contact with big equipment.
My cousin tried to take pictures of me climbing around in the back of his truck pulling a rope off the backhoe, like a good little state road worker, but he couldn’t figure out how to take the lens cap off.
After I clambered out of the truck from my dangerous (!) rope releasing duty, I explained, “You just pop this little cap off here…..”