Normally when I sell a third of a cord of wood, I can turn that into 25 side-order flapjacks at Bruno’s, dang near a week’s worth of breakfast. Or I could trade it for 14 ciders at the Mill Haus, that’s a whole day of sippin’ apple juice, logger-style!

And now you’re tellin’ me I gotta sacrifice food and beverage for lowly ranked officials in the state finals? Shoot… I better go find me some old growth just to keep up. Slammo!