Dear Soup Husband Curt:
You know I love you more than I can say. We’ve been through so much together – all of the 1990s and most of the 2000s. We’ve weathered disagreements, deaths, babies, in-laws, illnesses, projectile vomit (no, not you, the children), job changes, moves (oh GAWD the moves), pets, problems, home sales, car purchases, wild weight fluctuations and various hairstyles and colors. And, as much as I do feel a certain loyalty to you because, after all, THE BOYS!, I have to be honest:
I have a new love. Actually, seven loves. Well, seven brothers and four sons.
That’s right; I’m afraid I have developed a bit of a crush on the men of the Pelletier family and their logging antics in the wilds of Maine.
KIDDING! – Anyone who knows me, knows that I am hopelessly in love and fiercely loyal to my fantastic husband. (Honey, you know that, right? RIGHT??)
However, I have to tell you, I watched two episodes of American Loggers tonight, and I am fascinated. Totally hooked. Have you watched it yet? If not, you should. It’s about a family of loggers in western Maine, next to Canada (check out the map), which helps to explain these men’s quirky accent that’s part northern tier, part vaguely French.
Forget the accent and the danger and the toughness: This is dangerous work! But it’s a family business, too, and calling it a subculture would not be much of a stretch.
And did I mention the rugged toughness?
Um, hi. This is Wayne. (Everyone say “hi, Wayne!”) He’s the youngest of the generation of seven brothers, and GAH, there’s just something about him…
Sorry, got sidetracked. So these guys go into the forests and, using heavy machinery, cut down trees and haul it out on giant trailers like this–
–TONS of wood on double trailers on narrow roads equals harrowing danger-filled trips that make for really good reality TV. This show makes me want to visit Millinocket, Maine, a mill town of 5,200, and throw back some beers with the boys at the Blue Ox Saloon. Not that I didn’t want to visit there before, but now? I’m ready to hop in the car and set out on a colossal road trip.
But don’t take my word for it – set your DVR and tune in! It’s my new favorite show, and it could be yours, too. For Realz.