When my buddy Jeremy asked me if I’d consider learning how to use a chainsaw last April, I laughed. After all, he’s an experienced tree climber and a former crust punk with more cuts than tattoos on his arms. I write for magazines when I’m not schlepping organic produce for the local co-0p. Tree work was never a part of my “five-year-plan.”
But that’s not to say his proposal was outrageous. We live in New Mexico, the land of ponderosa pines, junipers and piñons — living la vida lumberjack is a pretty realistic occupation here. In the summer, the distant echo of a saw in the hills is a part of the soundtrack.