Fire Wood

More rain, more wetness.

We got a load of firewood delivered today. The guy actually lives over at Silver Lake. I think he is one of those local land baron types. Owns a ton of property and rents several houses on the lake. The guy had a huge gut (probably from eating fine foods) and a little Jack Russell dog that kept kept eating grass and puking it up. And his father graduated from St Lawrence in '32. Certainly a nice enough guy though.

So, he missed our driveway, as there is no mailbox or number or other indication, turned around, and then tried to back into our driveway. Turns out "it's a little soft" at the end of our driveway. He backed up his huge trailer loaded with firewood into the drainage ditch, resulting in the necessity of a tow from his son. "Tell the boy to bring the four-wheeled drive and a chain."

Things eventually sorted themselves and they dumped five face cords worth of wood in our driveway. After they left, there was a huge pile of wood laying in the middle of our parking spots. I went to start carrying the wood over to the shed, and instantly realized there was no way I was going to carry a couple thousand sticks 50 yards back and forth. A search ensued and lo and behold there, behind the second shed, was an old, red, wagon/cart -- the kind you can attach to a riding lawnmower, only definitely hand built.

We spent the rest of the day doing many (like, many many) little (like, really little) wagon loads from the driveway to the shed, stacking under the overhangs of the roof. Yay chores.