Got everything that was already in the wood yard cut to length and maybe half of it split. Worked on it couple hours a day for a two days out of the past four to get to this point. Last time we worked up firewood I was still working 50 to 70 hours a week and my father, who did most of the splitting before that, was in inpatient rehab. When we hit a dry spell long enough for the swampy part of the creek bottom to dry up, I took a week off work, spent a day and a half pulling in a couple of year old dead fall red oaks felled in a microburst. Added all that to the logs from a red oak that was rotten at the base and within striking distance of my house plus a small white oak that was way too close to one of the other houses and causing damage, both limbs to the roof and roots to the foundation. It was a lot of wood. Wife and I went after it like it was a full time paying job and had it all split and stacked in 5 long, exhausting days.
Well, this time I’m retired and wife’s health isn’t what it was 4 years ago. When contemplating the methodology this time, I was reminded of a conversation I had with my father when he was in his mid-70’s. We both heated with wood but he did most of the work to get the wood. He’d gotten to the point he’d let me work with him to get trees on the ground and sometimes help load the rounds on a trailer for transport to bring them back for splitting (this was pre-Kubota). But he wouldn’t let me help split despite his kind of struggling with it and I felt bad about that. He told me the problem was that I still worked so he knew if I helped I’d want to bust ass sunup to sundown to get it done and he wasn’t interested. He enjoyed doing it but wanted to piddle along with it for 30 minutes or 2 hours or whatever he felt like at whatever pace he felt like. He had an old lawn tractor hooked to the splitter and another riding mower with a little cart for all the other supplies. They were always ready to go during the months he worked at splitting wood so there was nothing to load or unload. Just drive one out, walk 50 yards back to the house and drive the other one out. Made it efficient to split for short spells.
So now that I’m not working for someone else most of my waking hours, I figured his idea was pretty smart. Hooked the wood splitter to the tractor, hung chaps on the SMV bracket, and put everything else needed in the bucket.
All hooked up, it just barely fits in the heated shop where the L lives.
So what I’ve bucked and split so far is pretty shabby for two days, but I’m good with it considering it’s actually only about half a day hour-wise by myself not in a hurry.