The wicked’s rest

We are done playing lumberjack for the weekend. Most of what is left to cut is beyond our equipment and expertise.

In the photo, circled is a log that is about 14” in diameter and about 10 feet long. It easily weighs 500 lbs. The pile of wood in the foreground is right at 2000 lbs. So far, we estimate we’ve put about 2 tons of wood on the ground.

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For scale comparison

We will need another day to finish up and be ready for the professionals.

Fujin’s visit

We call them “pin oak” in the Carolinas, but technically they are “willow oaks”. They are, by far, the most common oak tree in the SC Piedmont. We have, and had, several in our yard. Two of our oaks are at least a couple of centuries old and big, big tall. The one outside the west bedroom has always protected the house from the heat of the summer sun and provided us opportunity to watch the arboreal wildlife.

Looking south out the west bedroom window

The last few years, that big old tree has, sadly, created some anxiety for us. Leaning ever so slightly towards the house, and prevailing summer storms from the southwest, it would easily slice 2 stories of the house in half given the right impetus.

Especially since DeShawn moved upstairs, we were often left to lay awake with worry to the sound of windy thunderstorms at night. We had never actually gone upstairs to get him, however, until the storm that came thru on the night of May10-11.

It began around midnight with low rumbles of thunder and faint lightning in the distance. By 12:30, the roar of the wind got me upstairs to fetch him into the relative safety of our bedroom. He remembers the pounding rain on his windows as I woke him up.

By 2:30ish, it had all past and I was able to get back to sleep on the couch.

When I took the dog out the next morning, to my surprise, we noticed this:

Something is amiss

Under most circumstances, our carport flattened and a huge tree on my truck would induce some consternation. In this case, though, I had to smile…

Good thing, based on what we saw that morning:

92 feet tall

The upper window is DeShawn’s bedroom

Rooted a couple of feet deep with only 2 “tap” roots

View from upstairs window

Turns out, the storm was one of the worst in a very long time.

So, here we are a month later, still working with our insurance and mortgage companies to release funds for the remediation.

3 weekends and some 3000 lbs. of wood later

A good bit better actually

Thanks for all your help

(Courtesy of Wikipedia)