Firewood gathering. Here we come. We got a bit of a late start, but the day was perfect. We found a nice tree on a nice section of road. Mike hiked up toward it and found a better one already on the ground. The hill was steep, but not overly scary. Clare wore her ear muffs the whole time so we could be up where the action was. She filled her hat and my hood with sticks, stems, and rocks. The rounds rolled nicely, none of them hitting the truck. The only glitch was getting Clare back in the truck. She sure does love being outside. We are thinking about one more trip out, perhaps next weekend, and then the firewood season will be over until next spring. Clare's words of wisdom on this trip: "Watch out for cow poop!"
Looks like it is going to be another beautiful one tomorrow.
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