Start your saws, men!
We thought FSIL should have the honor of placing the first cut logs in the shed.
Dad cuts while Daughter picks up and stacks in wood shed.
A long way to go, but it's a start.
Wasn't long before those darn logs started to feel heavier, and heavier, and . . .
FSIL's smile got bigger as the stacks of wood got higher.
Daughter and son-in-law conferring. It was 4 o'clock and we were all getting a little tired. Okay, a lot tired. Even though we still had between two and three cords to go to finish, we decided to call it a day.
The one casualty of the day: This is what happens when an eight-foot log starts to roll and takes a wayward jump. Could have been a lot worse. This will be a lot easier (and less painful) to fix than a smashed toe.
There are definite advantages to being the person in charge of documentation. I didn't have to do any work all day!