in the nw N.C. foothills...
it's been a long cold snap of winter days, weeks... too many to count since i last went to check on
Grandpa Bear.
Wood, plentiful ...stacked and ready, yet not a sign of life from him.
As the Icestorm of '26 laid it's worst down, the house was cold soaked....and HVAC was surrounded and cutoff by Frosty Ghosts, outnumbered helplessly and looking grim...
There was a deep, groaning sound like a vault door grinding open, and I found myself standing in front of ol' Grandpa...in a 54F basement...
In went the twigs, then some sticks,, a few limbs...and some Dominos pizza boxes soaked in grease...
After that, it was a day of yellow and white pine, some sassafras trunk sections and beech.... basically the shoulder season, mild weather wood that was never touched.....the oak is in the long term area, never brought up to house...
It took all day to warm the floor, walls and ceiling even with 675F stt.
Just put it more yellow pine splits...as it emptied quickly, draft opened up...
but at least for one day, Grandpa Bear got up and snarled, and stomped for a few hours....
scaring the Frosty Ghosts back outside..
..banished into the glassy iced woodlands, amongst the shivering trees standing in the ice above the riverside....
It felt like victory letting the big guy eat again....