When I'm at the wood pile, either sawing logs, splitting or stacking, time seems to stand still. I can be out there for 5, 6 or 7 hours without taking a break and not really even realize how much time has gone by. I'll drink a couple quarts of water, maybe have a power bar or some other kind of snack along the way, but for the most part, I just move around and get things done. My mother-in-law tells me I'll die of heat stroke when I'm splitting wood in August when it's 95 degrees out. Those are the days I can drink a gallon of water and never need to pee!
A couple Decembers ago, we had a big ice storm and lost electricity for about two days. I had the stove going full tilt, my sister-in-law's family came over and we were all toasty warm the whole time: cooking food on the grill, beers chilling in the snow, etc. A great time!
Another thing comparable to splitting wood is reloading ammunition. When you can crank out a couple hundred nice shiny rounds in a night, all seems right with the world.
A couple Decembers ago, we had a big ice storm and lost electricity for about two days. I had the stove going full tilt, my sister-in-law's family came over and we were all toasty warm the whole time: cooking food on the grill, beers chilling in the snow, etc. A great time!
Another thing comparable to splitting wood is reloading ammunition. When you can crank out a couple hundred nice shiny rounds in a night, all seems right with the world.