Have to say it is funny (pathetic?) Comparing our birch to real firewood. But it splits easily enough!
Perspective man, it’s all about perspective. Out on the coast, on beaches that actually benefit from some river’s drifted wastes, a length of spruce which is yellow yet inside and not sodden is considered premium firewood. (Never mind that a whiff of the ash at clean out time will likely overdo ones sodium intake for a week.) But birch? There’s nearly a 100% chance that its pursuit will be time wasted as virtually all are punky at best, and most often crumbling, by the time they make the trip downriver. (I love the smell of it over the usual bitter smell of damp spruce.)
