Yesterday I took a chainsaw and my pickup truck, and Marco and I went into the woods to cut up the oak tree that whacked me six weeks ago (to the day). I don’t suffer cracked ribs gladly; in fact I’m a real wimp about malfunctioning body parts. As I’ve been moping around the past month, I decided I wanted that tree. I had a connection…
A few weeks ago, I rode my bike out to where the tree was, and piled branches on top of it so no other homesteader would see that here was a half years’ supply of high quality firewood lying right there on the shoulder of the road.
It went perfectly. No rangers to stop us. I cut it up and Marco loaded it. It was a fine thing to do: we cleaned up the road; we’ve got oak to heat us this winter. As I explained to a ranger one day, this is a renewable resource, so that I’m not using non-renewable resources for heat, like coal to generate electricity, or oil or propane to run a furnace,
I’m going to slab out some 1 inch thick pieces, seal it, stick it, and clamp it to dry, then make a box, or a stool. Hey, I like the idea of a stool!