Here's a pic of the pile my nephew and his work buddy hauled back, minus what's in the rack in post #713. Sweetgum and Red Oak. He done good.
The bark-less stuff to the right of the splitter is the butt of a Sycamore log I got from a buddy. Some of it's a bit marginal, but it'll work for chill-buster fires at the beginning of this season. It's about 18% moisture.
It was hot today but not very humid so I picked up the rest of a ~45' Ash, about 14" DBH, that I bucked about five days ago. It was hung up for a while and I didn't want to mess with it, but it finally fell. Easy pickins, right on the edge of the drive. I ran it down to my SIL's, and also cleared her outside rack of the first load I put there the other day..I'll put soft Maple there instead. Don'tcha just love moving wood an extra time?
A couple of days after I bucked that tree, I realized I'd made a mistake. For years, all the poison ivy I had ever gotten was a couple of dots here and there, even though I work in short sleeves if it's warm out. This time, wanting to finish bucking the tree before dark, I got impatient and careless removing the three vines of ivy that were wound around the trunk of the fallen tree, with shoots that extended three feet or so up off the trunk. I waded through those, slappin' and whackin' my way from the root ball to the top of the tree, and not being as careful as usual.
Now over the years, I'd begun to think that since it had been so long since I had a bad case of ivy, maybe I wasn't as immune to it as I had been in my younger days. Boy, was I wrong!
I also gashed my arm on some bark and I think the PI juice got in there, as it reacted more than the surrounding skin. Note to self..In the future, try to be a little less of an idjit!