In the aftermath of all these trees coming down, I faced a substantial yard cleanup. Literally tons of logs and piles upon piles of branches, limbs, sticks and still smaller debris. The weekend after the storm and after power had finally be restored, the yard looked as if a battle had been waged against anything green. Most of the clippings I had made while doing triage laid where I left it in the prior days. So I had 
intermediate piles here and there and there and there. The lawn could hardly be seen.
Daylight savings had not yet pushed the clocks forward so I had enough daylight each weekday night to make sure things were in order before renting the biggest chipper I could afford on Saturday. Friday afternoon with the chainsaw whirring away an unfamiliar face popped over the back fence. 
Billy introduced himself as my back property neighbor and then actually offered up his own chipper to borrow. I explained I do have one reserved to rent the very next day. He said in return, “probably not like this one.” He was right. The next morning when I connected with him, he presented a giant commercial chipper that was capable of eating entire trees, let alone the mountains of limbs and branches that adorned my property.
Billy gave me the $.10 safety tour of the equipment and disappeared as quickly as he came. Tom, a helpful co-worker and I fed the monster for the next 5 hours creating mountains of chips in the side yard. Thankfully I could maneuver the beast with my tractor around the fire road and through tight spaces which meant I was very flexible on where I could shoot the chips as well as get it close to the debris. Whew.
My helpers left after feeding them and I continued my quest for the remainder of daylight Saturday then again on Sunday. We cleared the vast majority of the storm debris and opened up some space in the side forest for the logs to go which were condensed into a few strategic piles by this point.
Needless to say, I owe some of these folks some beer.