The first Friday I worked in a logging camp I rode home with my old loader operator. We passed an overturned truck of logs and I asked who it was. “Thats the young fella that told me he was gonna get 4 loads today instead of 3”. Lesson learned. The logging woods is a very dangerous place to work. Thousand ways to die. Not easy work either, even on the best days. The overturned Kenworth @7:55 appears to be east of my own “neck of the woods” in Washington State. You don’t see nearly as many log trucks on the interstates here like when I was a young boy in the 80s – whether they were Weyerhaeuser fleet rigs, or independent loggers, which is rather sad.
