Last week we loaded the train and started it up only to find out it was a "Red Day" and therefore due to pollution we had to abort the start of the firing. A week later we got a "Green Day" and pulled outta the station. We had a 45 hour long firing to Cone 8 using some of the shittiest wood on the planet earth. Most people would take cottonwood to the dump. Check out the bark on this tree in the land ladies backyard. We try to put thru as much bark as possible for big time surface on the ware. If you think wood firing is a picnic check out the insulated pants I'm wearing to withstand the cold of the Rockie Mountains.
I've been complaining that my fingers are splitting open from the dry Utah climate so at night while I was sleeping the studio pranksters put a finger condom on the harp of John's that I'm using. They left a can of Bag Balm and two dozen finger condoms.