This weekend I find out if Bob the Woodsman is going to deliver.

My goal is to be a mini Lumber Baron.

Bob was going to thin out the 20 acres that surrounds my cabin.

I hope to make perhaps a thousand dollars from the hardwood that he cuts and carts off.

And I'd like him to knock down the aging pine and spruce trees on my parcel before some of them collapse on the cabin.

In recent weeks, Bob has said it's been too wet to get the skidder onto the land, which is in central Maine between Augusta and Farmington.

In May and June that was true.

But it hasn't rained much in the past few weeks.

It is my great hope that Bob has been at work.

If not, I will flag down a logger who is thinning the forest across the road.

I really want to get this project started.

Another hope this weekend is to get a road number from the local Post Office.

If I have a recorded number, I might be able to get the town's road department to plow down to my driveway this winter.

Then I could use the cabin through all but the most severe parts of the winter.

And I want to work on my launching area for the canoe, along the Sandy River.

This is a weekend of great expectations.

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