With the help of a friend, I got the log onto a set of rudimentary horses. I decided to build them the height of my frame, thus preventing stooping and bending whilst cleaning.
Working with a log in a manner that is new has been fun, interesting, and Zen-like. There was a drawing knife in the garage amidst the array of tools left for me. A nice, large, wooden handled knife with a nearly new blade. It pulls easily, notably since the fire scarring has loosened the bark.
Surprisingly, how to pull, draw, and shape without digging is a nearly instinctive act for this man. A few hours simply vanished as I got in synch with my task, and the transformation into a structural timber appeared.
There is much clean up left to do. Branch ends to grind, burn scars to remove, but to complete the day, I processed the section not used for the new beam. Ten rounds of about nine chunks each is a bonus for the wood pile.
