This is the product of a hard day of work. There is something to be said for the satisfaction one receives for a day of hard productive work. We have not been able to get firewood for five years and that is one of the traditions we had while living in Idaho. So it was nice to be able to go up as a family and work together to get some wood and create some good memories together. 
During this trip, T. found signs of bigfoot. He found this foot and some bigfoot hair, which solified to K. that indeed bigfoot was watching us cut firewood.
Uncle D. and T. had the job of lifting the really heavy logs. 
Grandma and Chloe helped measure the length of the logs. Grandma, S., M., and J. helped carry the logs to the trucks. 
We all cleared the brush into piles like this. 
K. helped clear brush and searched for bigfoot signs. Thankfully he wore those red gloves, so we could tell where he was. His camo kepted him pretty well hidden when he would wander a ways from us. 
Grandpa and T. did all the cutting. These two men are totally in their element with this job. They do a great job and we are grateful that they know what they are doing and do this for us, so we can enjoy heat for the winter. 
The kiddos taking a break from the manual labor. 
It was a beautiful drive on the way up. We got to see the changing of the leaves. 
Our kids at our county fair. We had some setbacks on this trip such as T's truck broke down and grandma and grandpa's Tahoe had to be jump started because the battery died, but we were blessed and able to get them running and returned back home safely.
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