All the security and warmth from the howls of winter came from my stacks of wood supply, and I was consistently working to improve it. The standard bowsaw became my tool of choice along with the needed wood maul to split each cut piece. Often I would borrow a chainsaw from down below and cut up deadfall close to the Tipi. Mercifully, about every two years a standing dead tree would fall, mostly oak and locust, and provide me with all the wood I needed. I kept it stacked like little protective walls around the lodge.
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