I’ve been forced to up my game, using Cold Smoke beer for size comparisons. A single can of beer doesn’t tell the tale properly when it comes to revealing the size of the rounds of firewood in the back of my truck. So instead (as witnessed by the first two photographs below), I used an eight-pack for reference.
The rounds of wood came from a dead
fir we dropped onto the road near my cabin last weekend. We experienced highly
unsettled weather while felling and chunking the tree into sections. One
minute, we would be in the midst of an outright blizzard; the next, blue skies
would shoulder away the storm and permit sunshine to brighten the valley notch.
These Montana-style meteorological alternations went on for the entire
afternoon.
I hauled a load of rounds home and am
now in the process of splitting them by hand—which may qualify as work, but I
enjoy it absolutely.
—Mitchell Hegman
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