The stack is two rows deep, with a third row started. The board leaning on the right is Bertie's ramp up to the deck above.
Stacking means hauling each log a few feet, but it also means picking out the half-round logs for the "towers" at each end of the stack. The towers hold the rest of the wood in, so we can have a nice, neat woodpile. These days, I stack the wood under the part of our deck that wraps around the north side of the house. Rain rarely comes from the north, so it stays pretty dry through the winter. We have tarps to cover it all, just in case.
This is what is left to stack as of Friday. I may get it done today, but will definitely finish by Sunday.
This year we seem to have an abundance of half-rounds, thankfully. I've stacked for two days now, and have one or two more days to go, depending on my stamina. You must realize, though, that I only stack for about an hour, hour-and-a-half, each day. That's enough work for me.