Gotta brag a bit. On Saturday afternoon my husband got the bug to rent a log splitter so we could split the remaining wood from last year. The hitch sleeve was rusty so it took a bit to even get the hitch on, but by 3pm we had the splitter and went to town. Had built a small pile in a couple hours then showered and went out with friends. I thought for sure I'd be sore yesterday but not really. We gave the neighbors a break and didn't start until noon (plus we didn't want a visit from the police!). We worked for about 5 hours (not constantly).
|The big pile ... around 7' high x 12 x 10'|
|The splitter from atop the woodpile|
|The splitter by the remains of the pile, we hoped to finish this pile up|
|The wood from the last half of that pile. We fell about 6 logs short but were just too dog tired|
We've both been significantly overweight in the past and are in our late 40's. Neither of us "exercise" consistently. I refuse to believe that I'm broken despite the fact that I am not able to lose the last pounds. Still, at times like yesterday when I look at what I can accomplish, somehow that scale doesn't speak so loudly. I did half of the work including loading some of those huge rounds (maple, oak and ash) onto the splitter and tossing pieces atop the pile. Twas quite a workout. I feel GOOD. And we'll be toasty warm this winter ;-) There will be plenty of little workouts getting that stuff stacked properly. Wheel barrow sprints up the little hill ... yay!