I have my own acreage that survived the fire, but most did not. This means that, albeit slightly inaccessible, I have a near lifetime’s supply of firewood on my own land. Lately I have been pushing the dead back past the live trees, which opens up the views, but also makes everything feel so much richer and more vibrant. I have collected my own wood pile as such, happy to use my new little trailer rather than relying on the generosity of my neighbors.
I have several neighbors now that have been proffering wood. I have helped one neighbor clear up some dead and brought home a couple of cords now cut up, split, and stacked from that outing. More is being offered and times are good. I am getting green wood, dry wood, shorter cuts and longer cuts. Many piles now exist to sort, track and dry them all.
Two thirds of my winter store is already stacked and ready to go. The now smooth running Wrangler and my little trailer are keys to securing my winter heat. If I collect all that’s offered, I will have wood for the next two winters on the property, if not fully processed or stacked.