This is one of the neighborhood fuel delivery services. I had just watched them unload a large load of firewood or leñas for one of my neighbors. These burros had been fully loaded with perfect pieces of wood, perfect for much of the cooking that I can smell on a daily basis. "I love the smell of leñas in the morning... It smells like... breakfast." - was never said in "Apocalypse Now." The scene immediately reminded me of a very different fuel delivery system, the fuel oil trucks, very pipa-like, that are ubiquitous in New England and are keeping my house up there safe and secure. Luckily, I'm here, and instead of mountains of snow, I have these mountains.
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