peak fall

I joined Matt on a salvage mission for his old wood stove. It now stands resurrected on his porch, chimney through a pie tin hole through the canopy. The wood comes from the P-vine, when MTA folks cleared the blowdown, neatly stacked, ready-to-burn. Matt is buzzing with excitement, and I must say, feeling the warmth on my hands and smelling wood smoke on my clothes, it feels like camping.