A Mountain Man Prepares For Winter

Splitter

Roll it over toward the porch.

Carry it up to the wood holding thingie.

"You COULD put that damn camera down and pick up some wood, too, you know."
So I picked this piece up, but alas it was the WRONG KIND of wood.

All stacked up.

And a trash can full of kindling.

Winter.
BRING IT!

Who knew there would be a Wrong Kind of Wood?