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Lee the Horselogger: His Story
Wow-Where to start?
"I was born in a hospital...", wait--that's not important. How about "I am a horse logger..."
Logging, horses, a simple way of life...That sounds more like it because it is what I am.
My earliest memories include cutting firewood with my family in upstate New York, riding critters, driving
ponies, being in the woods, running chainsaws (dad bought me my first saw when I was 13), cutting
firewood by myself, planting trees, gardening, wandering in the woods, cross country skiing, learning to
run heavy equipment, high school, then college.
Along the college route, I learned a couple of things...The main thing being that life can either be lived or
it will live you until you learn your lessons. College introduced me to a large conglomeration of clowns,
tenured faculty. I left degreeless, but educated, and began the process of undoing the damage of the
first 22 years of my life's formal education, and began my true learning in real
education...poverty...which I call a blessing...backbreaking labor, working horses, running sawmills,
caring for the ranch in Montana, living without electricity, running water, or a vehicle half the time. Living
life as an adventure day to day.
Receiving my gift of cancer, continuing the path of learning, letting the ranch go, falling in love with my
first, and only, childhood sweetheart, beginning the journey to see her in New England, and loving
life...My story... (By Lee the Horselogger)
Wow-Where to start?
"I was born in a hospital...", wait--that's not important. How about "I am a horse logger..."
Logging, horses, a simple way of life...That sounds more like it because it is what I am.
My earliest memories include cutting firewood with my family in upstate New York, riding critters, driving
ponies, being in the woods, running chainsaws (dad bought me my first saw when I was 13), cutting
firewood by myself, planting trees, gardening, wandering in the woods, cross country skiing, learning to
run heavy equipment, high school, then college.
Along the college route, I learned a couple of things...The main thing being that life can either be lived or
it will live you until you learn your lessons. College introduced me to a large conglomeration of clowns,
tenured faculty. I left degreeless, but educated, and began the process of undoing the damage of the
first 22 years of my life's formal education, and began my true learning in real
education...poverty...which I call a blessing...backbreaking labor, working horses, running sawmills,
caring for the ranch in Montana, living without electricity, running water, or a vehicle half the time. Living
life as an adventure day to day.
Receiving my gift of cancer, continuing the path of learning, letting the ranch go, falling in love with my
first, and only, childhood sweetheart, beginning the journey to see her in New England, and loving
life...My story... (By Lee the Horselogger)
