Wall o’ Wood

This morning we braved the cool and ventured out to gather more firewood. We’re expecting stormy weather for the next few days, and decided to get some more wood cut up and put away before it gets drenched. The awful tree on the hillside was our target this time. Yuck. I’m still sore from standing on a 45° slope and sawing at the same time, then compounding the pain by splitting about forty or so pieces on our splitter that makes you lean awkwardly to get around the ill-placed machinery. When we used to rent log splitters, we got a different one every time, each of which was designed by an idiot. Mostly the problem with them was the placement of the exhaust from the engine — it always blew toward the operator. Now that we have a splitter of our own, we have to contend with the poor ergonomics that make you lean forward all the time while maneuvering heavy log chunks.

So my feet are sore from clinging to a hillside while cutting, and my back is sore from leaning over the splitter. But that wall o’ wood sure is purty!