It took three weekends of chainsawing, hauling wood, stacking wood, and
massaging sore muscles with various libations, but... at last!... I have
conquered those big fallen trees in the yard at Pleasant Hill. Huzzah!
The BIG one was an ash tree, which has gotta be the hardest, heaviest wood I
have ever laid hands on. Mother of Yog, a 3-foot log from this beast weighed
50 or more pounds, and when all was said and done, I calculate that tree
weighed well over a ton. Which means the woodpile I made weighs that much and
more, since the smaller tree that fell—a rotting poplar—is also part of the
package. Now my arms are stretched out long like a gorilla's.
Kinda hoping no more trees fall here. Just last week, a little ways up the
road, a big tree fell on a small house and totally destroyed it. Fortunately,
no one was home, else they'd have been flattened.
Thus endeth the inaugural battle of the One-Man Chainsaw Brigade. (Part 1 may be found here; Part 2, here.)
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Just starting out |
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A spot of progress |
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Last week's whittling away |
L) How it began: fell over; R) How it ended: a wee bit of battle damage
