Crunch crunch CRUNCH! The collapse of the ice crusted snow punctuates our every step in the otherwise-silent forested hillside on a bright January day. Keith is hunting for perfect ash on his property (“North side! 1,200-1,600 feet above sea level~ 8 to 10 grain lines per inch.”). I’m his helper bee again. Over the years a few of Keith’s friends have spent a long weekend helping Keith process wood for upcoming years.