Hitting corn is not nice and grabbing it is just rude.
My neighbor cut down some trees so I grabbed the logs, which is not rude. Logs aren't as easily offended as corn. The bottom two are sweet and heavy as crap. 10 feet long and perfect for the benches I'm making for our kitchen.
Working the draw knife and stripping the bark.
This log took a couple of hours of peeling and I didn't finish. Dry dead trees do not give up their bark very easily.
Liv came out and helped me for the entire time. The cat is our tom Flynn. He chases deer out of our yard and is a hell of a mouser.
Liv came by to check on my work... 'looking good Dad... I'll be back in a bit to check on your progress'
Some pine beetle wood.
Finished logs that will soon be bunk beds. I cut these trees down and peeled them and then sanded them. Each one is unique and all are pine beetle so they are 'denim' colored and have awesome bore tracks all over them.
And the finish to an amazing day. We're going to roast marshmallows after dinner... which is soup. It's about 38 degrees outside and spitting rain. Is there anything better than soup by a fire on a chilly Fall evening? You can feel the snow coming and for me it's like waiting for a friend I haven't seen in forever. I'm anxious and it's going to signal the beginning of truly great running. And speaking of that... today was amazing and long and happy and fun and running was never even a thought. I like that freedom and I love that running is not an escape for me... that I don't need an escape. Running is in my soul...but my sons and my gorgeous wife sustain my life like air and my life is a gift. If I could go back in time there's nothing I would change.