Good stuff. I've cut so much wood in my life and I agree with the crappy safety glasses fogging up. I kinda miss cutting wood. It was always my dad, my uncles, my brother, and a bunch of cousins. We used to cut a few dump trucks worth on a saturday... we would have at least 3 chainsaws going constantly. We usually split it on demand when we moved it from sheds to houses. And my dad replaced his wood furnace a few years ago.
Anyways, fond memories.
There is definitely something
special about cutting wood. Part of it for me, I think, is the instant gratification: the process is pretty strenuous, but results are very quick. There is also something therapeutic about it.
There were 5 of us this weekend. We had two chain saws running, one person transporting logs from were they were cut to the splitter, one person splitting, and another transporting split wood to wherever we were stacking it.
We did 2 cords for my house, 1 cord for my friend, and 5 for my neighbor. He is 62, lives in Wisconsin year round and mostly heats with wood. He is a great guy and this is the second year I've been helping him out. In turn, instead of buying wood for my self, I just use what he has on his land, since most of it is oak (most of mine is pine).
I did 2 cords for him last month and my son helped with the splitting and stacking - he
really helped - it took us a few hours but that is some priceless time with the boy.
