I learned this weekend that cutting, splitting and stacking all our firewood in one weekend is not a good idea.
The first hint was the blisters on my hands Saturday. Calluses take time and repetition to grow.
The next hint was my sore muscles Sunday morning. Muscles take time and repetition to grow.
The third hint was when I just couldn’t bring myself to pick up another log Sunday afternoon and went and took a nap in the hammock instead. Ok, maybe that wasn’t a hint.
On the other hand, it feels really good to have all our firewood for this winter cut. And most of it split and stacked.
I owe thanks to Isaac for helping split and stack. And to my parents who previously cut the trees into 3x log length. Including trees felled when clearing land for the hangar that my parents cut with our crosscut saw when the chainsaw needed service. I do have quite the role models to try to keep up with.