When we go up to the cabin we usually have a pretty good “to do” list worked up.
And we usually get most of it done. But not everything. And I never want to feel like we have to. At the house, my M.O. is “finish all the Things. Now!” At the cabin, I’m just not that way. (I am impatient for heat. But I think that’s understandable.)
Saturday morning, after sleeping in and a cozy morning with some spiced cider, we loaded up the last of the insulation, miscellaneous tools, a borrowed generator, and lots of clothes. At about 4,000 feet, we started to see skiffs of snow on the ground. By the time we passed through our gate (about 4,700′ feet), the ground was covered. The last stretch up to the cabin required 4-wheel drive.
Forrest might have gone a bit overboard on the whole getting wood thing this year. We’re guessing he’s hauled home nearly twelve, yes, TWELVE, cords of wood. (In case you’re not familiar with the volume measurement for wood a cord is a pile of split and stacked wood 4 feet by 4 feet by 8 feet or 128 cubic feet.) Let me explain how overboard this is: