I woke up late the next morning, oversleeping. None of the snow had fallen and accumulated that the local meteorologists predicted. In fact, the sun hung in the heavens, looking happy, smiling, and proud to fill the day with light and fresh brightness. The thermometer on the front stoop of the cottage said thirty-eight degrees; chilly, but not a fright, in my meager opinion, of course. Melting ice and snow glistened in the day’s soothing and warm light. A good day for the Lumberjack Challenge if there ever was one, I told myself.
Running late, I drove to Jasper Fields where the nine competitions were taking place. Jay Jasper rented out his three fields (a total of one hundred and thirty-two acres of property) to the committee members of Lumberjack Foundation for three thousand dollars. On
