Category Archives: Bridge Mat Story

I’d started out with the intention of spending money to save time. Did I save time? Maybe, some. Not a lot. I wound up making eleventy zillion phone calls to various dipshits who, inexplicably, seem to be in the firewood … Continue reading →

So there I was, standing next to my hefty truck and my ridiculously out of scale little utility trailer (the pony trailer) amid mountainous piles of used bridge mats. This is what happens when I try to save time by … Continue reading →

Jake’s scribbled notes were excellent. Ten miles later I was inching along a new dirt road cut into the forest. At the end of the road I found a construction site with a couple industrial pole barns in mid-assembly. Workmen … Continue reading →

It was a big construction company. There were several excavators, dump trucks, and the like in a large muddy parking area in front of an industrial building. They were obviously in the business of building roads and such. No sign … Continue reading →

Ring ring. “MegaCorp Construction, we build it so you don’t have to. How can I help you?” Curmudgeon: “I’m calling about the ad. It says you’ve got firewood for sale?” “Certainly. I’ll transfer you to Jake…” Click… they hung up. … Continue reading →

In theory buying firewood should be easy; much easier than processing the wood myself. I should be able to define what I want using the unit of a cord (which is a definition older than time). I should be able … Continue reading →

I didn’t cut as much winter firewood as I need (or want?). Being a rational sort, I decided to buy some. If I couldn’t do that, what’s the point of all those little green slips of paper? Yeah yeah, buying … Continue reading →

(Yes, I start lists by counting up from zero when it suits me.) I heat with wood. I do it myself and it’s not a small feat. I find trees, fell them, buck them into rounds, split the rounds, load … Continue reading →