Finally, I’m getting into cutting wood. I brought two truck loads back from my upper property yesterday. I cut most of it in to long pieces so that at least I can get it to my cabin where I can cut it up at my leisure.
The wind storm brought down another big dead pine tree–probably 200 years old– and, again, that tree is laying right along side of the road– The wood cutting goddess is shining on me this year.
Those long pieces are heavy and I end up using my whole body to push them around and get them into my pickup. As a result my legs have bruises and knots all over them. I’m also pretty sore but I have the wood cutting passion burning in me and I can’t wait till daylight to get working on my wood pile.
I think I’ve cut about as much as I did last year, but last year most of my wood was fir and tamarack and this year most of my wood will be pine; pine burns a lot faster.
I like the branches best because the wood seems harder than the trunk of the tree and I don’t have to split them. Big pine rounds are difficult to split. A lot of people around here have wood splitters. I use my twisty wedge and a sledge hammer.
I’m thinking of stacking my wood because then I could tell more accurately how much I have… but I know that when you stack it, it doesn’t look like that much and it can be discouraging.