As I stopped by my parents house the other day there was a tree service cutting down 2 rather large trees. I was going to pass by but then my wood addiction got the best of me and I stopped to ask him what he was going to do with the wood. Within one hour this giant pile was on my driveway and that's my son doing the "Happy Free Firewood Surfing Dance" one one of the rounds. I thought it was oak but wasn't positive (no leaves), until I started splitting it up. My dog is quite the supervisor. If I could only get him to do some stacking.