the beaver wood chipper machine makes quick work of Icicle Ridge silver snags!

Tonight, I cracked Oliver up with my impression of a beaver (Adam was struggling to eat some raw carrots so as to boost morale I told him to pretend the carrots were sticks and he was a beaver). So then Oliver made me pretend to be a beaver over and over and over again, although really I was more of a wood chipper machine.

I’d like to see a beaver try to whittle his way through some of these silver snags on Icicle Ridge. Of course, if a beaver found itself up here that would mean it was a long, long way from home. So pretty implausible. But still, just imagine for a moment……..

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