February came, and heavy rain and winds kept them inside most of the time. They worked outside some, and the rain gear helped, but it fatigued them using the chainsaws and log splitter. They would have plenty of wood for a few years.
Inside, one afternoon, Travis said, “I want to go to town. Who wants to go with me?”
Grandpa said, “I will. Been a while. Just the two of us? I assume you want to leave the back seat open for our bounty.”
“Yeah, pretty much. We’ll take the trailer.”
They grabbed apples from storage that they chomped as they drove.
Grandpa said, “I feel like a little kid at Christmas. Been a while since I’ve been to town.” He pawed Travis’ arm. “And I’m grateful for you and Winston going to Paula’s to help her. She’s in worse shape than I am.”
Travis nodded. “You’re welco
