03-08-2021, 09:47 AM
Why does my lust for flames always cloud my brain to the reality that making the burn pile is way too much work for an oldy oldster?
The burn pile was about 30 feet uphill from the creek bed. The majority of the debris was in the creek bed in the form of 18" long logs that I had made from the tree that had fallen across the creek. There was also an assortment of smaller branches as well. All of it had to be carried up the trail to the fire. Trying to be efficient, I would pick up a log in each arm. The immediate response was always "This isn't too heavy". By the time I got to the fire, I was sucking wind with sweat streaming down my face.
I also cut up some Oak tree branches that had fallen near the fire. And after carrying most of the debris up the hill and realizing I had nothing to do except watch the fire, I opted to cut up a dead Manzanita tree near the creek. By removing those dead branches, I could make an alternate path up the other hill that was a little less steep than our current path. Great plan! More hiking up the trail with logs.
I wrapped up putting logs on the fire around noon so the fire would die down by 4pm and I could sleep without fear of igniting the Misty Ridge. But I would hike back and forth from the house to the fire every 30 minutes or to make sure the Lynch Brush Fire didn't occur. Although, the coal were still so hot this morning that I could have thrown some logs on this morning and got the fire going again.
I'm wiped.
The burn pile was about 30 feet uphill from the creek bed. The majority of the debris was in the creek bed in the form of 18" long logs that I had made from the tree that had fallen across the creek. There was also an assortment of smaller branches as well. All of it had to be carried up the trail to the fire. Trying to be efficient, I would pick up a log in each arm. The immediate response was always "This isn't too heavy". By the time I got to the fire, I was sucking wind with sweat streaming down my face.
I also cut up some Oak tree branches that had fallen near the fire. And after carrying most of the debris up the hill and realizing I had nothing to do except watch the fire, I opted to cut up a dead Manzanita tree near the creek. By removing those dead branches, I could make an alternate path up the other hill that was a little less steep than our current path. Great plan! More hiking up the trail with logs.
I wrapped up putting logs on the fire around noon so the fire would die down by 4pm and I could sleep without fear of igniting the Misty Ridge. But I would hike back and forth from the house to the fire every 30 minutes or to make sure the Lynch Brush Fire didn't occur. Although, the coal were still so hot this morning that I could have thrown some logs on this morning and got the fire going again.
I'm wiped.
As a matter of fact, my anger does keep me warm