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@HonkyMcetc...everything about life up here in Kanastan revolves around staying warm...I heat with wood and it's an ongoing chore, ambivalence has set in, I fucking hate it as much as I love it, but it's a big commitment that demands strict loyalty, get lazy and you freeze, I've got more chainsaws than a Siberian ice vendor and 2 wood splitters, I used to split with an axe basically just to stay in shape, particularly during my hockey years, my best splitting round was at the age of 25, I was in killer shape, I did 2chords of maple in 45 minutes, mind you my cousin was picking and placing the blocks and all I did was swing that axe and if the block didn't split I picked the entire block with the axe over my head and slammed it down in reverse so that the weight of the block drove itself into the pitch of the axe, fuck, I can axe paper thin strips of kindling from a cedar block with my splitting axe with every stick almost uniform in thickness and pretty much all on muscle memory, fuck man it used to be up here in Canada (now Kanastan) that as a kid we learned how to use a knife and an axe before we learned to read and write, and I'm serious...and not once have I ever had a self inflicted casualty that required medical attention, I've cut myself here and there but working with sharp edges does not come without hazard...but it's beautiful heat and the visual effects from the flame, along with the faint hint of aromatic maple wood smoke and the dull roar of a well stoked fire, all blended in with the sounds of a snow storm or a heavy rain, generate an inner calm that cannot be replicated with anything else...THEN THE THOUGHT OF HAVING TO CLEAN OUT THE ASHES RUINS EVERYTHING, BUT WORTH IT...FYI, nothing gets a dame in the "mood" like a bear skin rug and a good fire...then mother nature hits with a low pressure down-draft and pushes the smoke in reverse, fuck I hate when that happens.
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