My axe hasn't been on any trips lately, nor has my Coglan's (Sven type) folding saw. These two make short work of any dry wood up to about 5" diameter, and I've always enjoyed using them. They didn't break the bank which is nice although I'm eyeing a nicer smaller axe. I don't really know why because these days most of the wood prep I do in and around camp involves my Bahco saw and Fiskars hatchet. I harvest smaller stuff and only tap split with the hatchet, never swinging it like it's big brother. Having downsized my fires and tools has yielded more fuel in less time. Most of the drier branches (there's no shortage of them) are broken by laying them against large rocks (there's no shortage of them either) and stepping on them. I'm trying to be kinder to my knees these days. Often I'll place my (bottomless) Littlbug twig stove in the fire pit so after cooking dinner I can just lift out the stove and let the embers settle into their rightful place for the evening. Some days I miss seeing stacks of split wood resting beside a nearby fir ready for my fire, and those of subsequent trippers coming after me, and although I've loved the hours spent scrounging in the forest, cutting and hauling back to camp, sawing and splitting...I've come to appreciate downtime spent away from even the most pleasurable chores like firewood prep. A couple trips ago I was standing in a forest glade, with the sun streaming down through the freeform woven birch branches above me, breaking the afternoon light into shifting pools like disembodied forest spirits keeping me company. The deep carpet of moss muffled my steps as I walked. And ahead behind a screen of balsam boughs lay a good sized tree perfectly dry and ready for the axe and saw...except I had neither. I had downsized my tools for that trip, so this motherlode would just have to remain where it was. I sat and thought about this and second guessed my approach to tools and fire, camp and cooking, and decided trips are what we make of them. Some opportunities gained, and others lost, there's no winning or losing, just making the most of every moment spent in the backcountry. That tree could wait till next year.