But first I had to split some that I didn't get time to finish yesterday. This tree was a real son of a gun to split. Twisted grain. Kind of hot, not a cloud in the sky, no breeze. It's odd, after all the decades of doing this I would think that every year I get stronger and it would get easier. Funny though, it isn't working that way! Every year it seems to get a little bit harder to catch my breath. Hmmm. I feel like 100 years old on days like these. Come to think of it, I guess I'm not that far off!
Then I moved on to the next tree. I was only going to cut it up (to try out my new Stihl MS 290), I wasn't going to work it over with the maul, but I tried splitting one of the rounds and it was splitting normally, unlike the last tree. So, I finished it up.
And this was the last load of the day. Quite often the last load looks like this because I don't want to make any more trips than I have to!
Then I moved on to the next tree. I was only going to cut it up (to try out my new Stihl MS 290), I wasn't going to work it over with the maul, but I tried splitting one of the rounds and it was splitting normally, unlike the last tree. So, I finished it up.
And this was the last load of the day. Quite often the last load looks like this because I don't want to make any more trips than I have to!