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| Time slows down on the cabin porch |
Saturday, August 24, 2013
Porch Sitting
At a cabin, there is no rush to do anything. Personally, I actually find it hard to do anything except relax and just chill out. There is no better way than to kick back on the porch and just soak in the surroundings. The soundtrack from Last of the Mohicans with a glass of Merlot as the evening sun sets is all I need to put a busy day out of mind.
Thursday, August 15, 2013
Stress Relief
Stress can often become overwhelming when your career involves working in a highly regulated nuclear environment. Zero tolerance, verbatim compliance, audits, inspections, oversight and a constant focus on improving performance can weigh on you; especially when working 10-12 hour days.
Stress relief can come in many ways. Time away from work is always good but unless separation occurs, a pager and phone often means you are still fully connected.
The cabin is my relief. When there, I know there are no contacts but with nature and the beauty of God's creation. There are no bills awaiting or calls on an answering machine, just the peace and quiet of the trees surrounding those 4 walls. The sun provides enough energy to store hours of power in the utility room's batteries. It is a pleasure opening the cabin and knowing there is sufficient energy to turn every light on while choosing music on the stereo to fit my mood.
The cabin is very functional in many ways. Perhaps it's greatest value to me at this time in my life is to have a sanctuary where stress is relieved.
Stress relief can come in many ways. Time away from work is always good but unless separation occurs, a pager and phone often means you are still fully connected.
The cabin is my relief. When there, I know there are no contacts but with nature and the beauty of God's creation. There are no bills awaiting or calls on an answering machine, just the peace and quiet of the trees surrounding those 4 walls. The sun provides enough energy to store hours of power in the utility room's batteries. It is a pleasure opening the cabin and knowing there is sufficient energy to turn every light on while choosing music on the stereo to fit my mood.
The cabin is very functional in many ways. Perhaps it's greatest value to me at this time in my life is to have a sanctuary where stress is relieved.
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| The peace of the cabin greeted me on a recent visit |
Monday, July 22, 2013
Mid summer night at the cabin
This has been a strange Ohio summer with so much rain and cool weather. Until recently, it has been unseasonably cool without the normal high July temperatures. In Scioto Trails, we typically get heat, humidity and drought conditions with the woods surrounding the cabin wilting and screaming for a drink from nature's overhead nourishment. Not this year; a rain forest full of green foliage is everywhere and its obvious to a casual observer that we've had plenty of rain as bright healthy vines climb the cabin lattice.
Kuma d.o.g. once again accompanied me to the cabin for an evening's retreat and night's rest during this environment of climate transition. Thankfully, some things remain unchanged. Like the solar powered porch lights that twinkle on at the onset of dusk, or the cool air that greets us as we open the front door. And then there's the smell of the hickory floor and pine walls as we renew our primitive bond and enter for another visit.
Late in the evening there is little time to do much before retiring. Opening the windows, lighting candles, pouring a small glass of wine and settling into a comfortable chair to soak in nature's sounds, smells and breeze. There are televisions, radios, cell phones and computer tablets to entertain but all remain silent as the real enjoyment is just outside the screens in the shadow of a few dancing wicks.
An over weight Labrador stretched out on a hearth rug snoring to high heaven is enough to serenade anyone to sleep under these circumstances.
After swallowing the last sip of wine and extinguishing the last candle, I too find myself horizontal and ready for the peace of the woods.
Soon after total darkness is upon us, we both raise our ears and heads to the sound of a pack of coyotes howling outside. Knowing they are of little threat while passing innocently through their habitat, my companion and I return to sleep as we enjoy yet another mid-summer night at the cabin.
Kuma d.o.g. once again accompanied me to the cabin for an evening's retreat and night's rest during this environment of climate transition. Thankfully, some things remain unchanged. Like the solar powered porch lights that twinkle on at the onset of dusk, or the cool air that greets us as we open the front door. And then there's the smell of the hickory floor and pine walls as we renew our primitive bond and enter for another visit.
Late in the evening there is little time to do much before retiring. Opening the windows, lighting candles, pouring a small glass of wine and settling into a comfortable chair to soak in nature's sounds, smells and breeze. There are televisions, radios, cell phones and computer tablets to entertain but all remain silent as the real enjoyment is just outside the screens in the shadow of a few dancing wicks.
An over weight Labrador stretched out on a hearth rug snoring to high heaven is enough to serenade anyone to sleep under these circumstances.
After swallowing the last sip of wine and extinguishing the last candle, I too find myself horizontal and ready for the peace of the woods.
Soon after total darkness is upon us, we both raise our ears and heads to the sound of a pack of coyotes howling outside. Knowing they are of little threat while passing innocently through their habitat, my companion and I return to sleep as we enjoy yet another mid-summer night at the cabin.
Sunday, June 30, 2013
Cabin Time
Work obligations have made it difficult to have time at the cabin over the past few weeks. Finally, I simply broke down and decided down time for rest and relaxation was in order and overdue.
The joy of walking inside and feeling that coolness that only a cabin in the woods on a summer evening can share is very special. Everything in its place, not a bug to be found yet peace and relaxation is overwhelming as I look around.
Having recently purchased a Kindle Fire HD, I downloaded some videos I had never seen to watch at the cabin. I've heard so much about Modern Family, I thought I'd pour a small glass of wine and kick back in the recliner to enjoy it. After opening all the windows as the sun went down behind that western hill in front of the porch, I lit a couple of candles before settling in. Kuma loves the cabin so much it is truly her first choice of home life. She too likes knowing she has her own food and water bowl and a soft cabin bed in which to retire. With the sound of crickets and tree frogs just outside the screens, I began the episode that I'd been waiting for.
Long after the candles had melted down, I awoke in the recliner and looked at the Regulator on the wall; it was going on 3 am. The Kindle was still open in my lap and the glass of wine was still full.
The cabin has such power over the mind and body. Clearly, rest was needed and over due. Why I would even think I could watch a television sitcom while hypnotized by nature's sounds is beyond my own imagination. Someday I'll try it again but for now, there is no place like a recliner at night in the breeze of a cabin to relax and rest. It has been long overdue.
The joy of walking inside and feeling that coolness that only a cabin in the woods on a summer evening can share is very special. Everything in its place, not a bug to be found yet peace and relaxation is overwhelming as I look around.
Having recently purchased a Kindle Fire HD, I downloaded some videos I had never seen to watch at the cabin. I've heard so much about Modern Family, I thought I'd pour a small glass of wine and kick back in the recliner to enjoy it. After opening all the windows as the sun went down behind that western hill in front of the porch, I lit a couple of candles before settling in. Kuma loves the cabin so much it is truly her first choice of home life. She too likes knowing she has her own food and water bowl and a soft cabin bed in which to retire. With the sound of crickets and tree frogs just outside the screens, I began the episode that I'd been waiting for.
Long after the candles had melted down, I awoke in the recliner and looked at the Regulator on the wall; it was going on 3 am. The Kindle was still open in my lap and the glass of wine was still full.
The cabin has such power over the mind and body. Clearly, rest was needed and over due. Why I would even think I could watch a television sitcom while hypnotized by nature's sounds is beyond my own imagination. Someday I'll try it again but for now, there is no place like a recliner at night in the breeze of a cabin to relax and rest. It has been long overdue.
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Weather Retreat
With summer weather finally entering the Ohio Valley, much time has been spent at the family home working on opening the pool and preparing the backyard for summer visits with family and friends.
Today after work, I found myself cooling off the 89 degrees in the 82 degree pool water. However, it wasn't long before clouds began moving in from the west to block the sun while followed by showers.
With the pool party abruptly ended by mother nature, there is no good place to retreat except to the cabin.
Always on the look out for cabin accents that reflect an atmosphere for relaxing and relieving work stress, I found a lamp at Cabela's web site for the side of the recliner that fits the decor of a cabin in the woods.
A glass of wine, a Kindle and rain on the roof is all that's needed to make worries go away.
Today after work, I found myself cooling off the 89 degrees in the 82 degree pool water. However, it wasn't long before clouds began moving in from the west to block the sun while followed by showers.
With the pool party abruptly ended by mother nature, there is no good place to retreat except to the cabin.
Always on the look out for cabin accents that reflect an atmosphere for relaxing and relieving work stress, I found a lamp at Cabela's web site for the side of the recliner that fits the decor of a cabin in the woods.
A glass of wine, a Kindle and rain on the roof is all that's needed to make worries go away.
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| Rain, wine, a Kindle |
Sunday, May 12, 2013
Where is the heat?
Last night Kuma d.o.g. and I spent the night at the cabin where temperatures dropped into the upper 30s. Had I not awoke and built a fire, there weren't enough blankets in the chest to keep me warm on such an unseasonably cold night.
I'm sure as June approaches, nights such as this will disappear and I'll long for cooler weather. That's what makes Ohio unique, you get a full blast of each of the 4 seasons.
I'm sure as June approaches, nights such as this will disappear and I'll long for cooler weather. That's what makes Ohio unique, you get a full blast of each of the 4 seasons.
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| Spring has sprung at the cabin |
Saturday, May 11, 2013
Deep Sleep
I'm finally understanding an interesting phenomena I've discovered about my connection to the cabin. It involves sleep.
Months ago, when sleeping in the loft bed for the first time, I thought the cabin was possessed. As I went to bed staring out the skylight at lightening above, I fell fast asleep as rain danced gently on the metal roof. At some point later I awoke feeling an evil presence, weight on my chest, I couldn't move a muscle and I felt like there was a vibrating sound all around. This unusual sensation didn't last long at all but the emotional event was significant. So significant that I began searching on the Internet to better understand what I experienced. I found out it was not uncommon and it is attributed to waking during pre-rem sleep. Rem sleep is the deepest stage of rest where dreams occur. The body's large muscles are paralyzed during rem, perhaps to prevent us from acting out in our dreams. The sensations I felt were text book descriptions others had used to describe thinking their bedrooms were possessed. Once I understood the science, I never feared the loft or the chance of pre-rem awakening.
Yesterday during the afternoon rain, I stretched in the recliner and fell into a deep rem sleep where I began dreaming. A nap became a much needed rest event where a few hours passed and I awoke feeling I had traveled abroad.
Last night, I hiked to the cabin in a steady rain and darkness to the comfort of the couch for a night's rest. With all the windows open and that rain outside dampening the tree frogs singing above, I again fell into a deep rem sleep that lasted much longer than perhaps it should. Long adventurous dreams kept my mind active while the body was at rest.
The cabin is my dream world. Nights there are always filled with adventure.
Months ago, when sleeping in the loft bed for the first time, I thought the cabin was possessed. As I went to bed staring out the skylight at lightening above, I fell fast asleep as rain danced gently on the metal roof. At some point later I awoke feeling an evil presence, weight on my chest, I couldn't move a muscle and I felt like there was a vibrating sound all around. This unusual sensation didn't last long at all but the emotional event was significant. So significant that I began searching on the Internet to better understand what I experienced. I found out it was not uncommon and it is attributed to waking during pre-rem sleep. Rem sleep is the deepest stage of rest where dreams occur. The body's large muscles are paralyzed during rem, perhaps to prevent us from acting out in our dreams. The sensations I felt were text book descriptions others had used to describe thinking their bedrooms were possessed. Once I understood the science, I never feared the loft or the chance of pre-rem awakening.
Yesterday during the afternoon rain, I stretched in the recliner and fell into a deep rem sleep where I began dreaming. A nap became a much needed rest event where a few hours passed and I awoke feeling I had traveled abroad.
Last night, I hiked to the cabin in a steady rain and darkness to the comfort of the couch for a night's rest. With all the windows open and that rain outside dampening the tree frogs singing above, I again fell into a deep rem sleep that lasted much longer than perhaps it should. Long adventurous dreams kept my mind active while the body was at rest.
The cabin is my dream world. Nights there are always filled with adventure.
Wednesday, May 08, 2013
Somethings in the porch ceiling
The cabin porch ceiling is 6' x 24' and boxed in.
Well, sort of; it's supposed to be boxed in.
Procrastination resulted in the north end, which is about 17' above the ground, being left open awaiting a final section of paneling.
It should come as no surprise that this dry sanctuary from the spring rains would attract a tenant or two.
For the past two evenings as the sun drops below the western hill and the string of porch lights twinkle to life, something nocturnal begins stirring above my head and above the porch ceiling.
At first I thought this mystery may be the infamous Ninja squirrel but not knowing the life cycle of a squirrel, I had my doubts he was still alive to taunt me again.
It is clearly bigger than a bread box and walks around as if to exercise before going out for the night.
I wondered if it was a troll or an elf as each would be more welcome than a destructive gangsta 'coon. I have yet to see this creature and although I sit with a Winchester Model 92 32-20 rifle at my side, I'm not motivated enough to erect a ladder to inspect this dark, foreboding space.
One evening as I sit in the dark, it will reveal itself.
Until then, I will sit and wonder as it walks above.
Well, sort of; it's supposed to be boxed in.
Procrastination resulted in the north end, which is about 17' above the ground, being left open awaiting a final section of paneling.
It should come as no surprise that this dry sanctuary from the spring rains would attract a tenant or two.
For the past two evenings as the sun drops below the western hill and the string of porch lights twinkle to life, something nocturnal begins stirring above my head and above the porch ceiling.
At first I thought this mystery may be the infamous Ninja squirrel but not knowing the life cycle of a squirrel, I had my doubts he was still alive to taunt me again.
It is clearly bigger than a bread box and walks around as if to exercise before going out for the night.
I wondered if it was a troll or an elf as each would be more welcome than a destructive gangsta 'coon. I have yet to see this creature and although I sit with a Winchester Model 92 32-20 rifle at my side, I'm not motivated enough to erect a ladder to inspect this dark, foreboding space.
One evening as I sit in the dark, it will reveal itself.
Until then, I will sit and wonder as it walks above.
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| Something is living above the porch ceiling |
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| Failing to close the north end just invites guests to make a new home |
Monday, May 06, 2013
Spring Rain
Unless you have new plants in the ground or recently sowed grass seed, weather like today's leaves little to enjoy outdoors less there is a cabin in your life.
At ManCamp, from the back depths of the front porch, raindrops managing to find their way onto the wooden slats below are far removed from dry sock feet as they spray on contact from their fall.
Hearing the gentleness of a constant early May shower as it disrupts new leaves in every direction around is as relaxing as a child's bedtime lullaby.
Torn between spending time on the porch or in a loft bed beneath the metal roof above is a pleasant set of options.
Love of the seasons in the forest is hard to separate into most or least favorite. Each are unique and offer so much to ease the mind. Winter's soft yet silent snowfalls are as beautiful as one could imagine yet an early spring rain my mom would call a 'good soaker' brings out the color and life of the woods for another year. Summer's relentless heat is rewarded by iced down beverages on the porch as a symphony of tree frogs, whip-poor-wills and life on the forest floor entertains casual observers. Fall delivers the colored, falling foliage, cool evenings and the crisp smells.
How blessed I am that I can come here and distance myself from all the advancements of civilization and time if only for a short period.
This is nature; this is where we evolved and where we all shall clearly return.
God's creations.
At ManCamp, from the back depths of the front porch, raindrops managing to find their way onto the wooden slats below are far removed from dry sock feet as they spray on contact from their fall.
Hearing the gentleness of a constant early May shower as it disrupts new leaves in every direction around is as relaxing as a child's bedtime lullaby.
Torn between spending time on the porch or in a loft bed beneath the metal roof above is a pleasant set of options.
Love of the seasons in the forest is hard to separate into most or least favorite. Each are unique and offer so much to ease the mind. Winter's soft yet silent snowfalls are as beautiful as one could imagine yet an early spring rain my mom would call a 'good soaker' brings out the color and life of the woods for another year. Summer's relentless heat is rewarded by iced down beverages on the porch as a symphony of tree frogs, whip-poor-wills and life on the forest floor entertains casual observers. Fall delivers the colored, falling foliage, cool evenings and the crisp smells.
How blessed I am that I can come here and distance myself from all the advancements of civilization and time if only for a short period.
This is nature; this is where we evolved and where we all shall clearly return.
God's creations.
Thursday, May 02, 2013
Whip-poor-wills return
So easy is it to forget why we labored so hard to build it when life's commitments distract and take precedence over quality time at the cabin.
A date night with Kuma d.o.g. this evening included a trip to the local Walmart where a shopping cart was filled with bird seed, suet, corn and squirrel food for our neglected friends in the woods.
A stop at the Wilson Run grocery en route for the coldest beverages in the state and a handful of SlimJims made both of us happy as we arrived at our sanctuary for some much needed peace and relaxation.
Inside, finding the cabin guest book out of place with new entries reminded me that our youngest son had unfettered access and could come and go as he pleased with new converts to cabin time.
After filling the feeders and taking our places on the porch, we witnessed nature's transition from day to night on this Spring evening. Chirping birds above were silenced by sounds of tree frogs and a symphony of bull frogs in the distant pond.
Hearing numerous whip-poor-wills in the surrounding forest brought it all home again; just like 1965. What a joy to hear them sing!
As I struggle to write under the solar porch lights a hoot owl injects an opinion of the upcoming darkness.
How I love being here once again and hearing these sounds.
A date night with Kuma d.o.g. this evening included a trip to the local Walmart where a shopping cart was filled with bird seed, suet, corn and squirrel food for our neglected friends in the woods.
A stop at the Wilson Run grocery en route for the coldest beverages in the state and a handful of SlimJims made both of us happy as we arrived at our sanctuary for some much needed peace and relaxation.
Inside, finding the cabin guest book out of place with new entries reminded me that our youngest son had unfettered access and could come and go as he pleased with new converts to cabin time.
After filling the feeders and taking our places on the porch, we witnessed nature's transition from day to night on this Spring evening. Chirping birds above were silenced by sounds of tree frogs and a symphony of bull frogs in the distant pond.
Hearing numerous whip-poor-wills in the surrounding forest brought it all home again; just like 1965. What a joy to hear them sing!
As I struggle to write under the solar porch lights a hoot owl injects an opinion of the upcoming darkness.
How I love being here once again and hearing these sounds.
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Neglected Cabin
So many distractions over the past couple of weeks resulted in few cabin visits. No specifics, just lots of competing priorities have kept my trusted companion and me from spending any quality time in the woods.
This afternoon I finally took Kuma d.o.g. on a date and a long walk traipsing around the farm that ended in the cabin. She was so happy to just go in and curl up on the sofa that I realized she loves these visits just as much as I do.
Sitting and looking around, it seems like its been so long since it was built; I can't help but wonder how we did it with such limited skills and tools. It just proves the you can achieve your goals if you focus attention and persevere.
I'm still amazed how quiet it gets even during the day. The ring in the ears and an occasional woodpecker or the wall clock is all you hear while sitting on the porch on days like today.
Spring is all around where new life is blooming every where you look.
This afternoon I finally took Kuma d.o.g. on a date and a long walk traipsing around the farm that ended in the cabin. She was so happy to just go in and curl up on the sofa that I realized she loves these visits just as much as I do.
Sitting and looking around, it seems like its been so long since it was built; I can't help but wonder how we did it with such limited skills and tools. It just proves the you can achieve your goals if you focus attention and persevere.
I'm still amazed how quiet it gets even during the day. The ring in the ears and an occasional woodpecker or the wall clock is all you hear while sitting on the porch on days like today.
Spring is all around where new life is blooming every where you look.
Tuesday, April 09, 2013
Spring visitors
Sunday at the farm brought out many hungry mouths for the Breakfast Club. I counted at least 15 and nobody went away hungry. The highlight of the morning was a trip to the cabin for those first time visitors or those that haven't been on cabin time for some time.
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| Mark and Angela Snodgrass on their first visit to the cabin |
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| Nephew Nathan Childers and his friend Kristi |
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| Jim Snodgrass with his son Mark and daughter in law Angela |
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| My aunt Helen and uncle Earl |
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| Nephew Michael with his wife, Beth and their children |
Sunday, March 31, 2013
Spring Thaw
That short period of time between winter's freeze and spring's awakening has got to be the least enjoyable time of year in southern Ohio. The forest trails become sloppy mud ruts that are not only impassable except for the hardiest 4x4s but are unsightly and filthy too. Hidden beneath an appearance of solid earth is an oozing slop that quickly overtakes a vehicle's tires. Should a trail rise under such conditions, the chance of successfully passing is greatly reduced, as was the case last night.
After watching the Ohio State men's basketball team fall in the NCAA tournament, the best way to put the sting of defeat out of my mind was to grab Kuma d.o.g. and head to the cabin. So late at night, a hastily assembled travel plan meant throwing on some pants and t-shirt, donning worn out,
hole-filled sneakers (absent socks) and a light sweatshirt. After all, it was late and we were just going out to enjoy a quiet night of sleep in the woods to put the game out of my head. In haste, I forgot a cell phone.
The Liberty Jeep was chosen because of its availability and past success. As I approached a decision point in the dark where alternate trails could be selected, the quickest, shortest one was picked to save time; unfortunately, it was not a good choice. As I begin ascending, traction was lost and the Jeep came to a stop with all 4 tires spinning. Even the lowest gear failed to help so I attempted to back down for another run. As luck would have it, the Jeep went sideways and over an edge in even wetter, deeper soup that resulted in being stranded about 300 yards from the cabin. No egress route from the warmth of the Jeep was without deep, pools of mud. As Kuma jumped out and sank mid-leg, I could only imagine how dirty she would be upon our arrival. We both were mud covered as I felt the intrusion of it's cold around my toes in the worn shoes.
As we finished our walk, I couldn't help but think of how significant the error of not carrying a phone was. With Easter Sunday just hours away, the chance of summoning a ride in the morning without a phone was lost. Our absence wouldn't be recognized until evening when Laura would be serving up Easter dinner for our family. Only then would she call and realize my phone was still at the house.
Now, after midnight, there was no time to worry about such minor inconveniences; stripping wet, muddy clothes off on the porch and finding wet towels to clean off a mud caked dog was a higher priority.
Fortunately, our little issue of being stranded did not prevent getting a good night's sleep; the cabin's magic still delivers even in the worst of times. A light rain on the roof was a gentle reminder that the Jeep's status wouldn't be any better in daylight.
Awakening to a pot of fresh ground coffee took my mind off our plight as Easter's morning in the woods was alive and filled with the sound of birds singing. Perhaps they too were filled with the joy of His resurrection.
A trip to the barn provides yet another opportunity for my brown companion to enjoy a run through the mud. Thankfully, a cold diesel tractor started and a tow chain was available to wrap around the Jeep's axle. The escape plan hatched over a pot of coffee was coming together. If it wasn't for having to get on the wet, sinking ground to reach a tow point, it would have been flawless. I'm getting proficient at this routine even when working alone. The 4x4 tractor had no trouble pulling the Jeep onto solid ground where it could finally make it on it's own.
Laura was quick to notice the mud on Kuma and my clothes as we finally returned home just before noon. After stripping in the laundry room and once again wiping down my dog, we were no worse for wear.
It will take the better part of a week to restore the Jeep to its pre-trip condition though due to the spring thaw.
After watching the Ohio State men's basketball team fall in the NCAA tournament, the best way to put the sting of defeat out of my mind was to grab Kuma d.o.g. and head to the cabin. So late at night, a hastily assembled travel plan meant throwing on some pants and t-shirt, donning worn out,
hole-filled sneakers (absent socks) and a light sweatshirt. After all, it was late and we were just going out to enjoy a quiet night of sleep in the woods to put the game out of my head. In haste, I forgot a cell phone.
The Liberty Jeep was chosen because of its availability and past success. As I approached a decision point in the dark where alternate trails could be selected, the quickest, shortest one was picked to save time; unfortunately, it was not a good choice. As I begin ascending, traction was lost and the Jeep came to a stop with all 4 tires spinning. Even the lowest gear failed to help so I attempted to back down for another run. As luck would have it, the Jeep went sideways and over an edge in even wetter, deeper soup that resulted in being stranded about 300 yards from the cabin. No egress route from the warmth of the Jeep was without deep, pools of mud. As Kuma jumped out and sank mid-leg, I could only imagine how dirty she would be upon our arrival. We both were mud covered as I felt the intrusion of it's cold around my toes in the worn shoes.
As we finished our walk, I couldn't help but think of how significant the error of not carrying a phone was. With Easter Sunday just hours away, the chance of summoning a ride in the morning without a phone was lost. Our absence wouldn't be recognized until evening when Laura would be serving up Easter dinner for our family. Only then would she call and realize my phone was still at the house.
Now, after midnight, there was no time to worry about such minor inconveniences; stripping wet, muddy clothes off on the porch and finding wet towels to clean off a mud caked dog was a higher priority.
Fortunately, our little issue of being stranded did not prevent getting a good night's sleep; the cabin's magic still delivers even in the worst of times. A light rain on the roof was a gentle reminder that the Jeep's status wouldn't be any better in daylight.
Awakening to a pot of fresh ground coffee took my mind off our plight as Easter's morning in the woods was alive and filled with the sound of birds singing. Perhaps they too were filled with the joy of His resurrection.
A trip to the barn provides yet another opportunity for my brown companion to enjoy a run through the mud. Thankfully, a cold diesel tractor started and a tow chain was available to wrap around the Jeep's axle. The escape plan hatched over a pot of coffee was coming together. If it wasn't for having to get on the wet, sinking ground to reach a tow point, it would have been flawless. I'm getting proficient at this routine even when working alone. The 4x4 tractor had no trouble pulling the Jeep onto solid ground where it could finally make it on it's own.
Laura was quick to notice the mud on Kuma and my clothes as we finally returned home just before noon. After stripping in the laundry room and once again wiping down my dog, we were no worse for wear.
It will take the better part of a week to restore the Jeep to its pre-trip condition though due to the spring thaw.
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Bird Watching
Today was overcast and cold for mid-March with winter not wanting to yield to spring which is just a week away.
Sitting inside I have a clear view of the recent arrival of feathered friends that enjoy a cabin's hospitality and free treats that fill the feeders.
Even with the Regulator on the wall ticking seconds away, the silence inside is so complete that my ears ring. As a breeze blows just beyond window glass separating nature's wonder from a camera lens, I sit comfortably in the recliner capturing images of God's creations. Nothing can be heard except the passing sounds of time.
Sitting inside I have a clear view of the recent arrival of feathered friends that enjoy a cabin's hospitality and free treats that fill the feeders.
Even with the Regulator on the wall ticking seconds away, the silence inside is so complete that my ears ring. As a breeze blows just beyond window glass separating nature's wonder from a camera lens, I sit comfortably in the recliner capturing images of God's creations. Nothing can be heard except the passing sounds of time.
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| Not a sound but that of time as it ticks away |
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| Blue jays are always getting their share of food |
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| The male cardinal is so beautiful and proud |
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| Cardinals were always my mother's favorite bird on the farm |
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| The eastern bluebird is so very beautiful |
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| How can anyone not like these beautiful little birds |
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| Winter must surrender to Spring's arrival |
Saturday, March 16, 2013
Mid-Night Surprise
A late night walk with Kuma through the woods came to an end on the cabin porch.
After a long week I was too tired to do anything other than stretch out in the recliner for about an hour before migrating to the sofa for a quiet night of sleep.
Sometime in the middle of the night I was awakened by a heavy rain on the roof. Once I recognized what it was, deep sleep returned quickly. There are few sounds as pleasant in the middle of the night.
After a long week I was too tired to do anything other than stretch out in the recliner for about an hour before migrating to the sofa for a quiet night of sleep.
Sometime in the middle of the night I was awakened by a heavy rain on the roof. Once I recognized what it was, deep sleep returned quickly. There are few sounds as pleasant in the middle of the night.
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Mid March Visit
A mid-week cabin visit without family, friends or trusted companion, Kuma d.o.g., fills a personal, nagging need. An uncharacteristic absence driven by obligations, stress, and fatigue is finally overcome by shear desire to do my own thing, my own way, on my own time as I return once again.
While I've been away, the youngest son took full advantage of our cabin creation. At an age closing in on 21, who could blame him?
Parental instincts influenced an inspection to confirm order was maintained in my absence. To my surprise there was little evidence of wear from sharing our hideaway. Empty wine glasses in the sink, a well burned fireplace candelabra, a lingering scent of incense and a young ladies' signature in the guest book adorned with hearts was all that remained.
It was clear the cabin served a purpose that extended beyond my personal needs.
A passion for quiet time alone was the primary objective of my visit. Raiding the fridge, a Coke was tapped to mix with the last ounces of Honey Tea to accompany peanut butter encapsulated pretzels found on the bar.
The recliner waiting by the fire forms to a middle-age spread as shoeless feet reach beyond it's length to the warmth overflowing from the hearth. Music breaks the silence as it streams from a favorite station on the airwaves.
Content, with no desire to leave, reality reminds me this mid-week visit will be cut far too short.
After absorbing as much as I can, acknowledging the return to the world I live and work includes recognition of how special these opportunities are.
While I've been away, the youngest son took full advantage of our cabin creation. At an age closing in on 21, who could blame him?
Parental instincts influenced an inspection to confirm order was maintained in my absence. To my surprise there was little evidence of wear from sharing our hideaway. Empty wine glasses in the sink, a well burned fireplace candelabra, a lingering scent of incense and a young ladies' signature in the guest book adorned with hearts was all that remained.
It was clear the cabin served a purpose that extended beyond my personal needs.
A passion for quiet time alone was the primary objective of my visit. Raiding the fridge, a Coke was tapped to mix with the last ounces of Honey Tea to accompany peanut butter encapsulated pretzels found on the bar.
The recliner waiting by the fire forms to a middle-age spread as shoeless feet reach beyond it's length to the warmth overflowing from the hearth. Music breaks the silence as it streams from a favorite station on the airwaves.
Content, with no desire to leave, reality reminds me this mid-week visit will be cut far too short.
After absorbing as much as I can, acknowledging the return to the world I live and work includes recognition of how special these opportunities are.
Monday, March 04, 2013
A Special Place for Rest
One of the symptoms of a tendon tear in a shoulder's rotator cuff is discomfort when trying to sleep. Although days are now filled with nagging pain, it's not until bedtime that the pain intensifies where sleep evades the body. At the end of a long sleep deprived day, hiking in the woods with Kuma d.o.g. at my side provides a much needed distraction as we navigate the creek bank and climb the thawing, muddy hill to the cabin lane.
Once on the cabin porch, I remove my muddy shoes and wipe the wet earth from my companion's four paws before entering our evening sanctuary. Inside, I check the thermometer on the wall and am satisfied with its report. Powering up the inverter was as simple as flipping a switch that instantly powers lamps, the fireplace garland, furnace blower and the radio.
Finding a bottle of Red Stag Honey Tea that accompanied me home from Jim Beam's Kentucky distillery weeks earlier, I pour a shot as I kick back in the cabin recliner. Kuma d.o.g. paces in circles repeatedly before settling in a curl on the fireplace rug.
With no memory of falling asleep, I awake with an empty shot glass in my lap hours after kicking back for a little rest.
Once on the cabin porch, I remove my muddy shoes and wipe the wet earth from my companion's four paws before entering our evening sanctuary. Inside, I check the thermometer on the wall and am satisfied with its report. Powering up the inverter was as simple as flipping a switch that instantly powers lamps, the fireplace garland, furnace blower and the radio.
Finding a bottle of Red Stag Honey Tea that accompanied me home from Jim Beam's Kentucky distillery weeks earlier, I pour a shot as I kick back in the cabin recliner. Kuma d.o.g. paces in circles repeatedly before settling in a curl on the fireplace rug.
With no memory of falling asleep, I awake with an empty shot glass in my lap hours after kicking back for a little rest.
Saturday, March 02, 2013
Beulah rules the cabin kitchen
After late word Friday that the pain in my shoulder and arm was due to a torn rotator cuff tendon, I finally knew why I was only getting about three hours of sleep a night due to discomfort. It also identifies the root cause of an unfortunate fire drill I went through at a hospital ER this week after asking to have someone evaluate my condition. Unfortunately, when male, mid-50s and 'thick', hospitals assume you are having a heart attack when you show up at their door step complaining of pain radiating down your left arm. After 2 days that included blood draws, stress tests, blood thinner shots in the belly, a romp on a treadmill and an afternoon in an MRI tube, they let me go; I left radioactive which wasn't so unexpected since I'm a nuclear worker and familiar with Technetium-99. The 10,000 counts per minute decayed off within 3 days leaving me no worse for wear.
With a sore shoulder and knowledge my heart was fine, I took Kuma d.o.g. to the cabin for some much needed rest. Stretching out before a fire in the peace of a dark, silent, winter night in the forest was just what I needed to finally get a full night's sleep.
While on cabin time, I've learned to appreciate the work horse of the kitchen, our wood stove affectionately named Beulah. Although it was 29 degrees outside, a small arm full of fuel was all that she needed to heat the kitchen to a balmy 80 degrees. Her hot oven cried out for a pan of chocolate chip cookies that I couldn't resist accomodating.
With all that is wrong in the world around us, its good to know there are sanctuaries off the grid to go and relax.
As Beulah rules the kitchen, Kuma and I enjoy the bounty of her labor.
With a sore shoulder and knowledge my heart was fine, I took Kuma d.o.g. to the cabin for some much needed rest. Stretching out before a fire in the peace of a dark, silent, winter night in the forest was just what I needed to finally get a full night's sleep.
While on cabin time, I've learned to appreciate the work horse of the kitchen, our wood stove affectionately named Beulah. Although it was 29 degrees outside, a small arm full of fuel was all that she needed to heat the kitchen to a balmy 80 degrees. Her hot oven cried out for a pan of chocolate chip cookies that I couldn't resist accomodating.
With all that is wrong in the world around us, its good to know there are sanctuaries off the grid to go and relax.
As Beulah rules the kitchen, Kuma and I enjoy the bounty of her labor.
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| Beulah |
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
A mid-winter's eve
Loyal companion Kuma d.o.g. greeted me upon my return from work with her big brown puppy-dog eyes and deep whines that could only mean one thing - cabin fever had set in and she desperately wanted to go to the woods.
The warmth of yesterday had given away to wind, rain and falling temperatures today after which I had planned to stay home where warm and dry.
After acknowledging Kuma's relentless pleas to take her along, we made another mid-winter trip to the forest. As the sun set and wind picked up, our hike in the sub-freezing temperature seemed much colder as I had but a hooded sweat shirt to keep me warm.
Upon arrival, the cabin was but 49 degrees inside yet felt warm away from the chill of the wind blowing strongly outdoors. The smell of warm vanilla sugar still lingered from an extinguished oil burner now cold from our last visit.
With the inverter on, the stored energy from the day's sun provided more than enough energy to light the garland hanging on the fireplace and a stereo tuned into National Public Radio, 104.1.
A 2010 bottle of Raven's Glenn Riesling pulled from the wine bush poured freely into a stemless glass retrieved from the kitchen's cupboard.
In the half darkened cabin with music now streaming beside me, Kuma crawls slowly up on the sofa with a half-eaten rawhide bone in her jaws as I recline in my favorite chair. A warm fleece throw covers me from sock feet to neck and is all that is needed to aclimate to the cool temperature inside. I slowly sip the coolness of white grapes bottled three years earlier.
Today's problems and priorities soon fade away as night's darkness greets us through the skylight above.
As Billy Joel slowly plays his piano on the air waves, Kuma, curled up against a sofa cushion is sound asleep and gently snoring.
Cabin time has now taken our stress away on a mid-winter's eve.
The warmth of yesterday had given away to wind, rain and falling temperatures today after which I had planned to stay home where warm and dry.
After acknowledging Kuma's relentless pleas to take her along, we made another mid-winter trip to the forest. As the sun set and wind picked up, our hike in the sub-freezing temperature seemed much colder as I had but a hooded sweat shirt to keep me warm.
Upon arrival, the cabin was but 49 degrees inside yet felt warm away from the chill of the wind blowing strongly outdoors. The smell of warm vanilla sugar still lingered from an extinguished oil burner now cold from our last visit.
With the inverter on, the stored energy from the day's sun provided more than enough energy to light the garland hanging on the fireplace and a stereo tuned into National Public Radio, 104.1.
A 2010 bottle of Raven's Glenn Riesling pulled from the wine bush poured freely into a stemless glass retrieved from the kitchen's cupboard.
In the half darkened cabin with music now streaming beside me, Kuma crawls slowly up on the sofa with a half-eaten rawhide bone in her jaws as I recline in my favorite chair. A warm fleece throw covers me from sock feet to neck and is all that is needed to aclimate to the cool temperature inside. I slowly sip the coolness of white grapes bottled three years earlier.
Today's problems and priorities soon fade away as night's darkness greets us through the skylight above.
As Billy Joel slowly plays his piano on the air waves, Kuma, curled up against a sofa cushion is sound asleep and gently snoring.
Cabin time has now taken our stress away on a mid-winter's eve.
Monday, February 18, 2013
Private Selection
Looking forward to weekends at the cabin for peace and quiet makes it difficult to pass on an opportunity that awaits. However, sometimes events arise that one just can't miss such as our annual visit to Nashville with many good friends.
On our trip this past weekend, we stopped at Jim Beam's distillery for a tour and bourbon tasting. The trip was made that much more special as a private selection of Jim Beam bourbon made it's way back to ManCamp shelves for those special occasions.
On our trip this past weekend, we stopped at Jim Beam's distillery for a tour and bourbon tasting. The trip was made that much more special as a private selection of Jim Beam bourbon made it's way back to ManCamp shelves for those special occasions.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Shades of Gray
After a long mid-week day, I was content returning home to a hot supper, my easy chair, and Internet access catching up on friends and world affairs.
Unfortunately, one cannot ignore the power of persuasion of a fat brown dog who awaited all day for an evening walk; I succumbed to her demands for an evening road trip to the woods.
The sun had already set on this mid-February day and an afternoon winter squall had deposited 2-3" of new fallen snow still untouched by man or beast.
As Kuma d.o.g. and I began our trek as we so often do around the frozen pond, I was reminded of my own color blindness while trying to make out darkened images ahead. With the day's sun now set and only dark gray sky above, the white of the snow against the contrast of trees ahead provided a gray tone view absent any color the sun would reveal. I thought of my canine companion who science says is also color blind. The optical illusion continued until arriving at the cabin door.
Once inside, the lamps energized by the sun's stored gift illuminated our surroundings in a burst of colors making the shades of winter's gray disappear.
Unfortunately, one cannot ignore the power of persuasion of a fat brown dog who awaited all day for an evening walk; I succumbed to her demands for an evening road trip to the woods.
The sun had already set on this mid-February day and an afternoon winter squall had deposited 2-3" of new fallen snow still untouched by man or beast.
As Kuma d.o.g. and I began our trek as we so often do around the frozen pond, I was reminded of my own color blindness while trying to make out darkened images ahead. With the day's sun now set and only dark gray sky above, the white of the snow against the contrast of trees ahead provided a gray tone view absent any color the sun would reveal. I thought of my canine companion who science says is also color blind. The optical illusion continued until arriving at the cabin door.
Once inside, the lamps energized by the sun's stored gift illuminated our surroundings in a burst of colors making the shades of winter's gray disappear.
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| Shades of gray |
Sunday, February 10, 2013
A Mother's Wisdom
On this Sunday afternoon in February, I was surprised to find temperatures outside in the 50s as Kuma d.o.g. and I finally left the comfort of our city home to venture out to the cabin for some much needed exercise and peace of mind.
On such a beautiful pleasant day, driving the final distance would be such a waste of opportunity so I parked the Jeep and we hiked the last few hundred yards as we've done so many times in the past.
Circling the still frozen pond, I wondered what life was beneath the ice as tracks like vapor trails in the sky were visible just under its surface. Cracks and breaks in the ice left evidence of some living mammal comfortable in such a fridged environment surfacing here and there. Perhaps a beaver had taken up residence in our little pond; an animal that loves water year round with no concern of winter's chill.
Once at the cabin, filling the feeders for both feathered friends and furry little rodents that frequent where treats are always present relaxes the soul as I realize once again that life among nature is as rewarding to the dependents as those providing them nutrition.
The wine bush in the cabin offers a bottle of Dancing Bull Merlot to accompany me to the porch on a this winter's evening. The kitchen cabinet surrenders a fresh box of Hot & Spicy Cheez-It crackers to compliment my beverage while awaiting the arrival of my dinner guests.
In the distance, and at least 4 miles to the east, the sound of a Norfolk & Western railroad train can be clearly heard as it hauls West Virginia coal to the north.
My late mother always told me when the train could be heard so loud as if it was just beyond the nearest eastern hill, a heavy rain was not far behind.
As I sit and enjoy this February evening I'm again reminded of my mom's wisdom and those happier days left behind.
By the time we departed, a heavy rain began to fall.
On such a beautiful pleasant day, driving the final distance would be such a waste of opportunity so I parked the Jeep and we hiked the last few hundred yards as we've done so many times in the past.
Circling the still frozen pond, I wondered what life was beneath the ice as tracks like vapor trails in the sky were visible just under its surface. Cracks and breaks in the ice left evidence of some living mammal comfortable in such a fridged environment surfacing here and there. Perhaps a beaver had taken up residence in our little pond; an animal that loves water year round with no concern of winter's chill.
Once at the cabin, filling the feeders for both feathered friends and furry little rodents that frequent where treats are always present relaxes the soul as I realize once again that life among nature is as rewarding to the dependents as those providing them nutrition.
The wine bush in the cabin offers a bottle of Dancing Bull Merlot to accompany me to the porch on a this winter's evening. The kitchen cabinet surrenders a fresh box of Hot & Spicy Cheez-It crackers to compliment my beverage while awaiting the arrival of my dinner guests.
In the distance, and at least 4 miles to the east, the sound of a Norfolk & Western railroad train can be clearly heard as it hauls West Virginia coal to the north.
My late mother always told me when the train could be heard so loud as if it was just beyond the nearest eastern hill, a heavy rain was not far behind.
As I sit and enjoy this February evening I'm again reminded of my mom's wisdom and those happier days left behind.
By the time we departed, a heavy rain began to fall.
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| An evening on the porch. |
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| The wine bush. |
Sunday, February 03, 2013
Where Friends Gather
The past two weekends have been filled with opportunities to share cabin time with my two sons and their friends. So how does an old man like myself entertain young men in their 20s? The short answer is "food, guns and movies". One might think alcohol would play a role but surprisingly, it isn't a factor anymore than a cold glass of milk. I've found the most important element is good food and a place to just hang out. However, if guns are available to shoot targets, then everyone gets very happy.
Today, Brandon and his friends Chris and Jamel wanted to visit and do some target practice. I've always took pride in being a good host so knowing in advance they were coming allowed time to put a pot of chili on Beulah, pick up shells, and something to toast our friendships.
I may be getting old but by the end of the day it was apparent these boys had a great time and enjoyed the hospitality.
Today, Brandon and his friends Chris and Jamel wanted to visit and do some target practice. I've always took pride in being a good host so knowing in advance they were coming allowed time to put a pot of chili on Beulah, pick up shells, and something to toast our friendships.
I may be getting old but by the end of the day it was apparent these boys had a great time and enjoyed the hospitality.
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| Toast to our friendships |
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| Brandon with the Smith & Wesson .38 Special that was his great, great grandfathers. I recall hearing stories of my grandfather squirrel hunting with this gun. |
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| On a cold February day covered in snow, its easy to get wet feet. Beulah's low heat burners are just right for roasting the cold and wetness out of socks as a pot of chili slowly simmers. |
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| Jamel rolls toilet tissue before shooting a .40 caliber S&W while Brandon awaits with his own tissue in his ears. |
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| Jamel Rider enjoying his second large bowl of chili with Cheez-Its. |
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| Chris with his own .40 S&W and a .22 rifle |
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| Inside by the fire, bowls of chili and a movie hits the spot. |
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| It didn't take Chris long to eliminate an old bird house with his semi-automatic .40 |
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| Nobody leaves the cabin without a Kodak moment in front of the fireplace |
Saturday, January 26, 2013
Cabin Chores
The daily chores on a cold winter's evening are now complete; ashes removed, wood split, fires banked, feeders filled, floors swept, candles lit, wine poured. Now to relax and go on cabin time.
Picked up a few things while out today; always looking for little touches to dress it out.
Picked up a few things while out today; always looking for little touches to dress it out.
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| Saturday night on Cabin Time |
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| Picked up a new owl |
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| A wine buddy |
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| Another duck |
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Feel a good one coming on
As the week draws to a close with Friday on the horizon, a forecast of 4-6" of snow and a cabin in the woods; I'm reminded of southern rock band Blackberry Smoke, "I Feel a Good One Coming On".
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Silent Night
As a small child, I remember the weeks before Christmas walking on a snow covered sidewalk at my mother's side as she shopped on Winchester Avenue in Ashland, Kentucky. Those warm memories established the standard and expectation for a winter's snow during the Christmas season. Now, as an adult in southern Ohio, I can recall few days in December with temperatures below 40 or any snow accumulation before Christmas. As a result, each year I find myself having trouble getting into the 'Christmas spirit' until afterwards in January when an appreciable snow finally falls on a cold night leaving a beautiful blanket in its wake.
Tonight, arriving at the cabin after daylight retired, I find the peace and silence of a cold winter night with gentle falling snow taking me back to years gone by. The forest is very silent and dark under an overcast sky while snow flakes, in the absence of a breeze, fall gently to the ground. With an ambient temperature below 20, the flakes crystallize before landing while making a soft bed on the porch steps sparkling like thousands of diamonds and jewels. The beauty of this sight under the reflection of security lights is picturesque.
Opening the cabin door, the warmth inside was a pleasant reminder of the time and effort taken to install insulation in both the walls and ceiling; the cabin was tight and cozy and ready for this run of inclement weather.
Inside with Kuma once again at my side, I settled into the recliner with a snack pack of Cheez-its. I've said this before but it's still true; a Labrador and a pack of Cheez-its is more fun than a pet coon. Kuma might be aging but a single Cheez-it flying through the air off the flip of a finger brings out a dog's youth and agility.
You can only throw so many cheese squares from a snack pack before it's finally empty; to Kuma's disappointment our rewarding game had to end. However, not before inverted wine bottles in the wine bush on the hearth caught my eye and called to my palette. A 2010 Blue Fish Riesling was Wednesday evening's selection that provided closure to a silent winter night in the woods.
Tonight, arriving at the cabin after daylight retired, I find the peace and silence of a cold winter night with gentle falling snow taking me back to years gone by. The forest is very silent and dark under an overcast sky while snow flakes, in the absence of a breeze, fall gently to the ground. With an ambient temperature below 20, the flakes crystallize before landing while making a soft bed on the porch steps sparkling like thousands of diamonds and jewels. The beauty of this sight under the reflection of security lights is picturesque.
Opening the cabin door, the warmth inside was a pleasant reminder of the time and effort taken to install insulation in both the walls and ceiling; the cabin was tight and cozy and ready for this run of inclement weather.
Inside with Kuma once again at my side, I settled into the recliner with a snack pack of Cheez-its. I've said this before but it's still true; a Labrador and a pack of Cheez-its is more fun than a pet coon. Kuma might be aging but a single Cheez-it flying through the air off the flip of a finger brings out a dog's youth and agility.
You can only throw so many cheese squares from a snack pack before it's finally empty; to Kuma's disappointment our rewarding game had to end. However, not before inverted wine bottles in the wine bush on the hearth caught my eye and called to my palette. A 2010 Blue Fish Riesling was Wednesday evening's selection that provided closure to a silent winter night in the woods.
Sunday, January 20, 2013
A January Weekend
With those skilled at predicting weather forecasting an upcoming week of single digit temperatures, the weekend priority was to prepare both the cabin and our home for plunging temperatures. However, no weekend can begin without Friday's evening at the cabin; Kuma d.o.g. at my side, a fire in the hearth, a glass of wine, some classic music and the recliner. If Saturday is to be filled with work and chores, then Friday is for rest and relaxation; this one was no exception. Other than wind chimes clattering and ringing throughout the night as a constant wind blew in from the west, it was a very quite and peaceful night where both my dog and I got plenty of sleep.
Saturday included a trip to Tractor Supply to re-fill a 100 lb LP cylinder for the wall furnace and then a return to the forest to drop and cut up 4 mature locust trees for firewood. With temperatures in the mid-50s, it was almost too hot for the big man to cut, load, haul and split truck loads of wood in preparation for the upcoming cold snap but it had to be done. The resulting thaw made the trip back to the cabin almost impassable due to the mud. Even with 4WD, the truck wanted to slide off the trail. Thankfully, the heavy load of locust provide enough traction to get in and out without getting stranded.
By late Saturday afternoon, a well deserved nap and rest was awaiting and calling me back. Due to the mud, a decision was made to hike back to the cabin. Kuma d.o.g. didn't make this trip and was left behind to keep her from tracking mud on the floor. Arriving on foot and apparently without notice, a pack of wild dogs was surprised as I approached the cabin. At first, they barked and growled at me as if I was an intruder. Apparently my terse voice, attitude and rock projectiles convinced them to leave. I found the morning's fire still hot and alive in the hearth so it took little time to rekindle for my planned slumber. Not long after stretching out and falling into a deep sleep I was awakened by a racket on the porch. The pack of dogs had returned and were not content at just hanging out while looking for food; they began tearing cushions off the chairs and turning over the chair table. The .38 Special that accompanied me was all that was needed to humble the pack. I believe in live and let live and had no intention of shooting a hungry dog. However, the sound of multiple rounds of a .38 pistol unloaded on a porch was enough to make them scatter. A couple considered jumping the 10 feet off the front before having second thoughts and quickly scampering past me as they tumbled down the steps. All ran into the forest never to be seen again.
Kuma returned to stay with me Saturday night. Expecting cooler temperatures, I built the fires up and pulled an extra blanket out of the trunk. With temperatures outside not falling below 45 degrees, the cabin was almost too warm. The wind again blew throughout the night as if a front was coming in but the temperature never fell.
Sunday, I invited ManCamp charter member and builder/helper "Robbie" out to hang with me. Robbie had a knee replaced in 2012 and is scheduled for his other one to be replaced this week. I figured today would be the last time he could spend on 'cabin time' for a few months so having him out was not only long overdue but special.
Saturday included a trip to Tractor Supply to re-fill a 100 lb LP cylinder for the wall furnace and then a return to the forest to drop and cut up 4 mature locust trees for firewood. With temperatures in the mid-50s, it was almost too hot for the big man to cut, load, haul and split truck loads of wood in preparation for the upcoming cold snap but it had to be done. The resulting thaw made the trip back to the cabin almost impassable due to the mud. Even with 4WD, the truck wanted to slide off the trail. Thankfully, the heavy load of locust provide enough traction to get in and out without getting stranded.
By late Saturday afternoon, a well deserved nap and rest was awaiting and calling me back. Due to the mud, a decision was made to hike back to the cabin. Kuma d.o.g. didn't make this trip and was left behind to keep her from tracking mud on the floor. Arriving on foot and apparently without notice, a pack of wild dogs was surprised as I approached the cabin. At first, they barked and growled at me as if I was an intruder. Apparently my terse voice, attitude and rock projectiles convinced them to leave. I found the morning's fire still hot and alive in the hearth so it took little time to rekindle for my planned slumber. Not long after stretching out and falling into a deep sleep I was awakened by a racket on the porch. The pack of dogs had returned and were not content at just hanging out while looking for food; they began tearing cushions off the chairs and turning over the chair table. The .38 Special that accompanied me was all that was needed to humble the pack. I believe in live and let live and had no intention of shooting a hungry dog. However, the sound of multiple rounds of a .38 pistol unloaded on a porch was enough to make them scatter. A couple considered jumping the 10 feet off the front before having second thoughts and quickly scampering past me as they tumbled down the steps. All ran into the forest never to be seen again.
Kuma returned to stay with me Saturday night. Expecting cooler temperatures, I built the fires up and pulled an extra blanket out of the trunk. With temperatures outside not falling below 45 degrees, the cabin was almost too warm. The wind again blew throughout the night as if a front was coming in but the temperature never fell.
Sunday, I invited ManCamp charter member and builder/helper "Robbie" out to hang with me. Robbie had a knee replaced in 2012 and is scheduled for his other one to be replaced this week. I figured today would be the last time he could spend on 'cabin time' for a few months so having him out was not only long overdue but special.
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| The porch on a January afternoon |
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| Robbie enjoying a movie while on cabin time |
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| My friend Robbie on his last cabin visit before returning to Columbus for a knee replacement |
Sunday, January 13, 2013
A true friend
Having been under the weather for going on 9 days, it was therapy to return to the cabin with Kuma d.o.g. to get some much needed rest. I can't say it was the flu, although it started out as if it was, but I can say it was a nasty cold that migrated from my head to the chest. After missing a couple of days of work, I found myself hacking around and feeling bad for an entire work week before finally getting to a doctor for help and relief. With a bottle of presciption cough syrup and a supply of antibiotics, I didn't need anything more for the hike into the woods as rest was the highest priority.
Kuma was content settling down in her cabin bed with one of her many Christmas chewys still awaiting her. I wasted little time starting a fire before killing the lights to maximize the period of darkness ahead of a new day's arrival. That Friday night's rest, although on the cabin sofa, was the best sleep I had had in over a week.
By the time Sunday arrived, I felt 100% better. After taking down the Christmas tree, I completely cleaned the cabin. By evening, I decided it was time to pick up Robbie, a friend that helped Nic and I build the cabin, to come out and visit the progress. Robbie hadn't been out since September 2012, as he had a knee replaced and was undergoing therapy and recovery. Knowing he had finally recovered but planned to have his other knee replaced in just a week, there was no better time than today to drag him back.
A willing guest, Robbie joined me this evening for some much needed male bonding. Some adult beverages, the first season of Rescue Me, and time to reflect on the value of the project was just what we both needed. I have no friend as close as Robbie as he is the one person that accepts and appreciates me like no other. We find ourselves aligned with similar interests in life; family, health and happiness. To sit and relax while knowing it is but a finite break from the reality we both face daily is all we needed to recognize our friendship is still strong regardless of life's distractions.
Kuma was content settling down in her cabin bed with one of her many Christmas chewys still awaiting her. I wasted little time starting a fire before killing the lights to maximize the period of darkness ahead of a new day's arrival. That Friday night's rest, although on the cabin sofa, was the best sleep I had had in over a week.
By the time Sunday arrived, I felt 100% better. After taking down the Christmas tree, I completely cleaned the cabin. By evening, I decided it was time to pick up Robbie, a friend that helped Nic and I build the cabin, to come out and visit the progress. Robbie hadn't been out since September 2012, as he had a knee replaced and was undergoing therapy and recovery. Knowing he had finally recovered but planned to have his other knee replaced in just a week, there was no better time than today to drag him back.
A willing guest, Robbie joined me this evening for some much needed male bonding. Some adult beverages, the first season of Rescue Me, and time to reflect on the value of the project was just what we both needed. I have no friend as close as Robbie as he is the one person that accepts and appreciates me like no other. We find ourselves aligned with similar interests in life; family, health and happiness. To sit and relax while knowing it is but a finite break from the reality we both face daily is all we needed to recognize our friendship is still strong regardless of life's distractions.
Wednesday, January 02, 2013
Three Loves
As a new year unfolds before us with an uncertain future ahead, its easy to worry about the unknown while losing sight of positive influences in each of our lives.
Today I pause and acknowledge three loves that are extremely important to me: family, my dog and a cabin.
Returning home from work today, a package was received in the mail. To my pleasant surprise, I unwrapped a fragile and beautiful Ohio State stemless wine glass sent from my only daughter who knows I love both the Buckeyes as well an occasional glass of wine. The joy of sharing happiness, peace and health with those so close in our lives is priceless.
Returning home each day, Kuma d.o.g. meets me with her unconditional love. Dogs are God's gift to humanity. Those that live amongst us who don't appreciate canines are missing out on one of life's greatest gifts. Few dogs live beyond 10-15 years but all will give more love than they receive in their short lives. I for one appreciate and acknowledge this gift that awaits me after a difficult day.
Time at the cabin regardless of length is special. This evening, arrival after sunset simply provides a new experience where winter's cold and early darkness accentuates the warmth and welcome of a cabin in the woods
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Today I pause and acknowledge three loves that are extremely important to me: family, my dog and a cabin.
Returning home from work today, a package was received in the mail. To my pleasant surprise, I unwrapped a fragile and beautiful Ohio State stemless wine glass sent from my only daughter who knows I love both the Buckeyes as well an occasional glass of wine. The joy of sharing happiness, peace and health with those so close in our lives is priceless.
Returning home each day, Kuma d.o.g. meets me with her unconditional love. Dogs are God's gift to humanity. Those that live amongst us who don't appreciate canines are missing out on one of life's greatest gifts. Few dogs live beyond 10-15 years but all will give more love than they receive in their short lives. I for one appreciate and acknowledge this gift that awaits me after a difficult day.
Time at the cabin regardless of length is special. This evening, arrival after sunset simply provides a new experience where winter's cold and early darkness accentuates the warmth and welcome of a cabin in the woods
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| A gift from my daughter, an Ohio State wine glass |
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| The cabin on a cold January evening |
Tuesday, January 01, 2013
Happy New Year from ManCamp!
A new year brings much hope and anticipation for happiness, prosperity and peace.
Today, the new year started with a frigid walk in the woods with Kuma to give her some much needed and deserved exercise. Although the mud and water holes were ever present as the snow spottedly gave way to wet ground below, I just couldn't deny her an opportunity to be a dog where she could play outside on the first day of a new year. Realizing she will now be 7 in 2013, I must acknowledge and accept our companionship is finite and running out as she ages; an over-weight Labrador's quality of life significantly decreases as they approach 10 years of age. Tolerance, mud, and wet paws ring in the new year.
The cabin porch steps are heavily iced and not recommended for those who worry about such hazards. Filling squirrel and bird feeders required multiple trips up and down to retrieve seed, cobbed corn and critter mix for our dependent friends. Like an apprentice, Kuma made each trip with me as if I needed her help.
The blanket of snow throughout the forest provides a stark contrast to bare trees and life within. Sitting quietly on the porch we watched a young buck move cautiously through the woods on the western hill across the creek.
Wildlife has accepted the little cabin among the trees as well as those who remain unseen.
Today, the new year started with a frigid walk in the woods with Kuma to give her some much needed and deserved exercise. Although the mud and water holes were ever present as the snow spottedly gave way to wet ground below, I just couldn't deny her an opportunity to be a dog where she could play outside on the first day of a new year. Realizing she will now be 7 in 2013, I must acknowledge and accept our companionship is finite and running out as she ages; an over-weight Labrador's quality of life significantly decreases as they approach 10 years of age. Tolerance, mud, and wet paws ring in the new year.
The cabin porch steps are heavily iced and not recommended for those who worry about such hazards. Filling squirrel and bird feeders required multiple trips up and down to retrieve seed, cobbed corn and critter mix for our dependent friends. Like an apprentice, Kuma made each trip with me as if I needed her help.
The blanket of snow throughout the forest provides a stark contrast to bare trees and life within. Sitting quietly on the porch we watched a young buck move cautiously through the woods on the western hill across the creek.
Wildlife has accepted the little cabin among the trees as well as those who remain unseen.
Monday, December 31, 2012
Gassing Up
Kuma d.o.g. was so disappointed as I turned my back on her and headed out the door to get in the truck to head for the cabin. Although there is still plenty of snow cover on the ground, my mission was to go to the barn yard and obtain another 100 lb LP cylinder to haul to the cabin before the feeding cylinder goes empty. Under the snow, layers of mud exists and I couldn't chance letting a fat Labrador run free in such muck; especially since I was driving Maximus, Nic's truck. I've done this once and the lesson I learned is still very vivid in my mind. Cleaning out the cab of the truck is not only time consuming, its just a nasty job after a wet, muddy dog has been playing in the creek and mud.
The trail to the cabin is still heavily snow covered so a truck bed full of cut firewood was needed to gain traction even with good tires and 4-wheel drive ascending the hills. Adding a full 100 lb cylinder of cabin fuel would only help the cause.
After spinning and sliding, the trip was a success. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to get as close as needed so the last few yards involved carrying and then dragging the cylinder to the manifold. There was a time pride would drive me to carry the load but as we age, we become more innovative and prefer easier solutions. Today, I found dragging the cylinder was the answer for avoiding back strain or a hernia.
As LP feeds, the level is obvious even in winter as the cylinder will ice over below the liquid level. It was clear delivery was none too soon, especially since temperatures were to drop lower into the teens. The hooked up tank had less than 4" remaining, perhaps enough for a couple of days.
With a back up cylinder ready and waiting, the cabin is now ready for whatever mother nature chooses to unleash, at least for a few weeks.
The trail to the cabin is still heavily snow covered so a truck bed full of cut firewood was needed to gain traction even with good tires and 4-wheel drive ascending the hills. Adding a full 100 lb cylinder of cabin fuel would only help the cause.
After spinning and sliding, the trip was a success. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to get as close as needed so the last few yards involved carrying and then dragging the cylinder to the manifold. There was a time pride would drive me to carry the load but as we age, we become more innovative and prefer easier solutions. Today, I found dragging the cylinder was the answer for avoiding back strain or a hernia.
As LP feeds, the level is obvious even in winter as the cylinder will ice over below the liquid level. It was clear delivery was none too soon, especially since temperatures were to drop lower into the teens. The hooked up tank had less than 4" remaining, perhaps enough for a couple of days.
With a back up cylinder ready and waiting, the cabin is now ready for whatever mother nature chooses to unleash, at least for a few weeks.
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