Wood Gathering

      A Sunday night call sent me on a plumbing call Monday morning.  The real work for the week was to do a little wood gathering while the weather remained dry (probably could have waited a long time?).

    The first order of business was to get the old “wheat” truck up to the homestead and get it ready to take a trip to the pasture-woodlot.

 

    The old gal started right up, went about two blocks, and ran out of gas.  Fortunately, the standard equipment includes a gallon of gas.  We limped into the service station and put in six gallons.  No sense putting in too much.  What if someone steals it and tries to flee the country? (The keys are always in it.)  Wouldn’t want them to have a full tank.  The $3.40 price had a little to do with it.

     Next, get the chainsaw ready to go.  It hasn’t seen any service for nearly a year.  That was a good excuse to clean up a little of the damage from last Memorial Day’s 100 mph wind storm that snapped off three locust trees and part of a Russian Olive.

 

 

 

    Tuesday morning found me in the pasture draw with the old truck, chainsaw and accessories, ladder, and lots and lots of dead wood to choose from.

 

     By parking the wheels in the washout, I could access the truck bed without the ladder.  It was

a lot easier to throw on the cut wood, too. 

 

 





 

 

   

    One tree provided a good sized load.  A couple of years ago, I had cut some green ash and left it lay.  It’s dry now, but a “windfall” blocked my access.  So to it with the chainsaw.

 

 

                                 So home we go with a good load to add to the wood pile.

 

      It unloaded a lot faster than it loaded.  Of course, it all had to be stacked.  Thus the old saying, firewood warms you twice.

 

 

                                     Off to Colorado for Thanksgiving.