I spent this weekend close to home. Sometimes it just isn’t possible to get out into the backcountry. I like to keep a supply of wood on hand for the fireplace. I enjoy the fire but it also doubles as a backup plan in case the power goes out when the snow arrives. I have been bringing in pieces of a sequoia from our woodlot and got around to splitting them on Friday.
By the time winter hits the whole patio should be filled with wood. I’ll probably go through about half of it leaving me ahead for next winter. There is more than just the practical value of heating with wood. The hard work of felling, bucking, transporting, splitting and stacking is good for the soul and, I think, takes me back to a simpler time. It allows me to be closer to nature, and there is a satisfaction in knowing I’m doing the same work that my ancestors did before me.
On Sunday my son and I went for a walk down by the river. We were never out of sight of a road or a house but to him it felt wild and unspoiled
.I often get frustrated that there are fewer and fewer wild places. I am lucky to live in a place where I can drive a short distance and be in nature, but to get to a truly unspoiled area takes an hour or more. Travis taught me an important lesson today: the woods are where you find them. We can’t always get to the place we want to be, but if we look at where we are through the right eyes, we can make it a wild place.