Well, hello there. The name’s Henry, Henry Bunyan. No, the name’s not a coincidence, I’m a descendant of the myth and legend Paul Bunyan. Or so I’m told from my father, and his father told him. Now I’m not one to figure logistics on how he found a woman to make that work out, so I’m just as satisfied with living with the name and inheriting all that comes with it. I’m a lumberjack that lives up in the mountains, and I like to think I’m ok. Unlike the other loggers in the area, I use just simple wood cutting axe and I haul the logs I chop down myself. Sorry, I don’t have a big blue ox to do all the heavy lifting. The upside to that is that my 6’8” body has filled out entirely and I’m more than able to carry my own weight, and then some. Thanks thick hair covering my thick forearms and chest, along with the bushy beard that I grow, the cold doesn’t bother me so much. Looks like Paul’s genes had quite a bit going for him.

I spend most of the day logging and cutting down trees. Swing my axe hard and fast, making sure to plunge it deep into the wood with every stroke. I’ve never had a problem with pulling it out, no matter how tight the fit, or how much the wood grasps on my axe I can pull it free just to plunge it in again. I might be the sticky sap that the birches produce, helps oil up the blade some. In any case, nothing feels manlier than swinging away at a tree for hours and hours. Sometimes you have to get into a different position, work from a different angle, then you find the tree’s weak spot (or “sweet spot” as I call it). Once you find that, it’s only a matter of time before the wood splinters, and the tree collapses (sometimes you could even hear a bit of a scream as they collapse, those are my favorites). Unfortunately, I’m not done with it yet. There’s still some steps I complete to take care of the logs I cut, but I’ll keep those to myself. Trade secrets and all.

That’s all about me. What about you? Are you a camper or hiker that came up here to test yourself against the wilderness but it became too much? Or perhaps you’re an overzealous skier or snowboarder that got lost or injured on one of the trails. You might even be a rival lumberjack, here to measure the stamina of the old Bunyan line yourself. Whatever the case may be, I’ve got a log cabin I built myself, and a nice toasty fire for us to warm ourselves up to.