Of course, the arrival of more, and then more snow began to gnaw on my sense of heating security, and watching the woodpile dwindle finally got to be too much for me. With chainsaw in hand, I headed off on foot to see what was dead, but still standing, and within walking distance of the yurts.
Up near the front driveway, where it crosses a boggy section, there were plenty of smaller candidates. I cut up about eight or them, and then, drenched in sweat from the effort and the rapidly rising temperature, I returned to the yurts for a lunch break.
After we had them all arranged, I fired up the saw again and cut them up into stove length.
It will also be a help once we can dig out our propane tanks and be able to cook on the propane stove again.