Flander's Lane, Washington Maine

Flander's Lane is named after my grandfather, Roland Flanders. It is a short dirt road with a few camps set on Washington Pond. There are tales that Flander's Lane is haunted. At least that's what my grandfather says.

Sunday, July 8, 2007

Dad's Orange Tractor

Dad and his little orange tractorWhat can you say about a guy that will drive his tractor 3 miles all the way from his house in the rain just to fix our little road? He's either the greatest guy in the world, or he's just plain nuts. Maybe a little of both, I'll let you decide, because I'm on the fence with this one.

The culvert pipe that drains the swamp to flow under our driveway has over the years teeter-tottered it's way into a big hole that needed filling. Every time a car would pass over the hole, the muffler would scrape making a horrible sound. Something had to be done.

Previously I had dug a hole in order to fix a broken pipe so our kitchen sink would drain properly, and when we were done, we had all kinds of extra dirt... I mean I had more dirt than hole, so when Dad saw my pile of dirt, he goes, hey I'll bring down my tractor to fix the hole over the culvert. Two problems solved with one pile of dirt. Amazing.

Fixing the drivewaySo one rainy day making lunch, I look up, and here comes Dad down the hill in his little orange tractor. I had to look twice to believe my eyes. He doesn't live that close to the cabin. He didn't have a trailer to move the tractor... he must have driven here in the thing on the side of the road, farmer style. Life here in Maine is funny that way. Folk just drive their farm vehicles along the ditch from field to field to do their day to day tasks, and in the same fashion, here comes Dad.

He did the job in about 10 minutes. It looked like he was having fun plowing the dirt all around, smoothing it all out. He came back later with his pickup truck full of dry pine needles that he raked up back at his place. He sprinkled the pine needles over the fresh dirt just so it didn't clump to car tires, shoes, and boots. All in all, it was a high quality job that would have taken me days if I was to use my shovel and a bucket, which was my intention. I don't have a big orange tractor.


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