I’ve been using our newly earned trail access to get some fire wood. There’s just a ton of really good downed trees, ready to be picked. The few times we hiked up there I’d see them all and be bummed I couldn’t get to them. I feel like I’m logging in a whole new place, everything is different. the trees, the topology, being more remote, the feeling of the forest. I just walk around and start sawing where the heart tells me, it’s awesome. No real decision to be made.
How about a nice pre-felled maple?
This one was actually a bit far from the trail, but thanks to the magic of gravity, I didn’t have to carry logs the whole way.
All this awesome potential, now within reach, I can’t wait to go back.
