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The smell, the splinters
You’re reading Next Adventure Subscribe now The chainsaw drowns out any turkey gobble. But the sweet smell of freshly killed ash, maple, and beech makes it worth it. The hunks of wood are bigger this year; fuck it, I want those big pieces on that 0-degree night when I’m tired of putting those smaller pieces in the stove. Two weeks ago, I was going to buy wood, but then two things stopped me: The first was that I have an abundance of high-BTU firewood that is “easily” reached. I don’t use red maple anymore because it doesn’t meet my BTU cut-off. If I cut them, I have to haul them, split them, a
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