Now after the crew was gone, all that remained were about 30-40 logs. My plan was to chop all of these up for firewood. Little did I know how hard that would be.
In between the tree coming down and splitting the wood, we did many things. One weekend we traveled to my parents house in New Mexico to help pick up hay from the fields. I always know that a good days work is in store, but looking back, it was pretty easy...compared to splitting all that wood. It's not all work when we visit and I found some time to go out shooting with my cousin who was there that weekend. I tried to trade a few fly rods for his rifle but it didn't work.
The Colfax County Fair was that weekend and we checked out the parade. We ate steak for dinner and had a good time.
Now to this past weekend. Wood splitting time. Luckily I had some help from the neighbors and it made it easier, if I dare say that.
This was about the average size. Some were much bigger though.
This was one of the bigger, lower logs above the split about 8' from the base of the tree, and it had an "inner core", the wrist sized beginning of the massive tree.
We estimate that this tree was planted around 1960 and was near 90' tall. It was a beautiful tree, but so close to the house. It was about 18" from the outside wall.
This is the beginning of the wood pile. It is now about 4 times that amount. We were unable to use the fire place since the tree was basically right over the chimney. Hopefully this wood will provide the warmth as I sit at the tying bench tying hoppers for the upcoming season and wishing it was summer time again.
I will wake up tomorrow and feel better than I did today. I should be able to walk near normal and not have to worry about getting across the street before that car that is pretty far away will run me over like I have the last few days. I should be able to get out of my chair at work a little easier and the first few steps won't kill my legs like they have the last two days. Man, I was a sore sucker. I still am.