Our pile of logs has been growing over the past few years due to trees coming down. It serves as a great screen to our burn barrel so I like it for that. But as it grew higher and wider, it also occasionally fell. Recently the top was leaning into the yard and I expected it to let go at any moment.
Nice problem to have: too much wood. Though we have a wood-burning Buck stove insert in our fireplace, I've never much liked carrying wood in and carrying ashes out. But it's always been something positive to consider when the power goes out in the winter (and it certainly does).
Nevertheless, we had too much wood. I told friends some was available for the taking but I didn't have a single person show any interest. Until one of Tom's friends in West Chester said he'd take some off our hands. Tom is driving down today to a meeting of his Star Wars club and he'll take a load of logs with him.
But that meant loading some into his truck.
It's not a project either of us have looked forward to. My back won't take much exercise of that sort. So, too, Tom. But late yesterday - temperature near 80° - we got to it.
Tom left the truck sit there overnight. I woke about 6 am and heard it storming and figured the truck might need unloading in the rain. But radar shows the rainy area small and I think they'll be able to complete the work and stay dry (except for the sweat).
The pile hasn't changed as much as we thought it would. Tom rearranged much of it so it doesn't lean inward. At the very least, we bought time. Tom's friend says he'll take more at another time.