Yesterday my good neighbor and I cut some new trails. Now I can get into another section of the woods more easily. Let's play I-Spy: An ATV pulling a load of firewood. I bet the little fiskars wouldn't split this bad boy piece of white oak by just leaning it up against it. Looks like an empty beer bottle. Dad was here. Even though he's been gone over 25 years, I see things like this in the woods and I can still feel his presence. The beginning of yet another surplus stack in the woods!