I spent Thanksgiving weekend at the cabin with Uncle Judd and Aunt Sandy, grandchildren. It was a long, leisurely break from my solitary routine. For me it is like staying at a five star resort with excellent food, service and attention to detail. Your Aunt Sandy makes it look easy,
ninos, but I know it is a lot of work. Everyone helps where they can (my contribution is the
hors d'oeuvre, which tells you volumes about my culinary skills.) Your mother, who declined to eat my cooking from the age of eight or nine, will find herself smiling and then loyally denying any issues here. Give her a little hug for me please while I open another jar of pickles.
EM's daddy was the fire builder. He kept a fire going all weekend, reddish-orange flames flickering around big pine logs, pop, crackle. With two furnaces the cabin stays warm, despite a three-story ceiling in the great room. The whisper soft fans keep air circulating so that heat is evenly distributed, and the triple-pane windows (an $80,000+ investment) do their part to keep out cold air.
The cabin was covered with more than a foot of snow when we arrived Wednesday evening. The large circle drive had been partially plowed, making it easier to bring the vehicles into the garage (Mike and Judd had to plow the openings to the garage bays). Here is the fountain that Uncle Judd was building with the Gradall last fall. It is hard to make it out, but next spring, when the snow melts and the air is warm again, he will finish the work and we will see water cascading over the stones he laid. I'll send you pictures or better yet, you can come and see for yourselves.
Here is Aunt Sandy's mountain covered in snow. The trees really stand out against the white. And there is the Gradall, patiently waiting for spring so it can go back to work.
This is the deck with benches and fire pit where EM and her dad roasted marshmallows and made s'mores last fall. It had snowed during the night and added a few inches to the ground cover. I was happy to stay inside and enjoy the sparkle through the windows.
EM and her mom trekked outside to make snow angels. I was napping and didn't get a picture, but I saw the angels.
The picnic table is covered, even beneath the protecting branches of the big old trees. The temperature is around ten degrees.
I was content to stay inside and watch for wildlife through the telescope. Not much was moving this day, although we had seen a large herd of elk on the drive in. The eagle who hunts this area flew over once, but not the great blue heron or hawks who usually fly the river. At this point, the bitter cold is just something to be endured.
I spent Thanksgiving weekend at the cabin with Uncle Judd and Aunt Sandy, grandchildren. It was a long, leisurely break from my solitary routine. For me it is like staying at a five star resort with excellent food, service and attention to detail. Your Aunt Sandy makes it look easy, ninos, but I know it is a lot of work. Everyone helps where they can (my contribution is the hors d'oeuvre, which tells you volumes about my culinary skills.) Your mother, who declined to eat my cooking from the age of eight or nine, will find herself smiling and then loyally denying any issues here. Give her a little hug for me please while I open another jar of pickles.
EM's daddy was the fire builder. He kept a fire going all weekend, reddish-orange flames flickering around big pine logs, pop, crackle. With two furnaces the cabin stays warm, despite a three-story ceiling in the great room. The whisper soft fans keep air circulating so that heat is evenly distributed, and the triple-pane windows (an $80,000+ investment) do their part to keep out cold air.
The cabin was covered with more than a foot of snow when we arrived Wednesday evening. The large circle drive had been partially plowed, making it easier to bring the vehicles into the garage (Mike and Judd had to plow the openings to the garage bays). Here is the fountain that Uncle Judd was building with the Gradall last fall. It is hard to make it out, but next spring, when the snow melts and the air is warm again, he will finish the work and we will see water cascading over the stones he laid. I'll send you pictures or better yet, you can come and see for yourselves.
Here is Aunt Sandy's mountain covered in snow. The trees really stand out against the white. And there is the Gradall, patiently waiting for spring so it can go back to work.
This is the deck with benches and fire pit where EM and her dad roasted marshmallows and made s'mores last fall. It had snowed during the night and added a few inches to the ground cover. I was happy to stay inside and enjoy the sparkle through the windows.
EM and her mom trekked outside to make snow angels. I was napping and didn't get a picture, but I saw the angels.
The picnic table is covered, even beneath the protecting branches of the big old trees. The temperature is around ten degrees.
I was content to stay inside and watch for wildlife through the telescope. Not much was moving this day, although we had seen a large herd of elk on the drive in. The eagle who hunts this area flew over once, but not the great blue heron or hawks who usually fly the river. At this point, the bitter cold is just something to be endured.
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