Winter has come to North Idaho which means no more driving to the cabin; there’s probably 2-2 1/2 feet of snow on the road in some places. In 2011, we were able to drive in for a scant 4 months and 13 days.
Saturday, our friends Terry and Glenn came to visit from Missoula. After we gave them a quick tour of Mullan we decided to head for the cabin. Terry had perused our copy of Woodstove Cooking and was inspired to make dinner for us without the aid of the propane cooktop; he grabbed some tarragon, rosemary, and chicken bullion cubes from the refrigerator and requested a grocery store stop for some chicken and vegetables before we tackled the snowy road. Continue reading “Another cabin trip”
F called me at yesterday and asked me to meet him at the cabin after work. I tried to explain that I didn’t have a real coat with me or near enough layers to be happy up there. He told me that he’d brought a coat up for me from the house.
I knew he hadn’t brought me a coat. Because I knew he’d done this:
How did I know this? (And I swear he didn’t tell me.) I’ve lived with Forrest for two and half years. I’m marrying him. I think I’m qualified to make that call. Continue reading “I Just Knew…”
F and I (and Sprocket) have done our share of road tripping. We’ve had boring days on the road, stressful ones, action packed ones, and the elusive blissful travel days. I’m starting to come to the conclusion that the blissful travel days really aren’t all that elusive, it’s the ability to put all the necessary ingredients together that’s a bit tricky but not elusive.
I alluded to this yesterday but this weekend we stuck to Forest Service Roads, county routes, and minor state highways a lot of the time and it was awesome. It’s just a wayyy better way to actually experience a place rather than passing through it. Have a good travel partner, only a general destination, avoid interstates (and major highways), explore, don’t be afraid to talk to locals, and take a walk or hike…you’ll have an awesome trip
Anyway, we left Thursday after work heading for Pendleton, Oregon. We took the interstate and Highway 395 because, well, sometimes you just need to get out of town, fast. We arrived in Pendleton ready to have dinner and sample some beer at The Prodigal Son Brewery. Unfortunately, they were over at the Oregon Brewers Festival and were closed. Instead we went to The Great Pacific and ordered a pizza and pints of Beer Valley Brewing Co. (Ontario, OR) Leafer Madness Imperial Pale Ale and Terminal Gravity (Enterprise, OR) IPA. We enjoyed them at an outdoor table with Sprocket curled up on our feet; what a perfect start to the weekend. (By the way, the pizza and the beers are all recommended.)
Forrest and Hunter (our neighbor) went up to the cabin yesterday afternoon and started working on framing and sheeting the walls…and putting in windows!
Sadly, I do not have any pictures but Hunter showed me a cell phone picture of the view and it is awesome, awesome, awesome. I’m so excited that they were able to make some progress up there!
Blaze, F’s brother and our cabin partner, will finally be here on Sunday and see his cabin for the first time on Monday so I’m sure we’ll get a bunch more done. (I think I’m going to work directly from the cabin on Tuesday, hopefully no one minds the smell of campfire.)
In other exciting news, F and I are finally taking a trip! It’s a bit of a practical/necessary trip as we purchased a smaller woodstove for our house in Klamath Falls, Oregon and need to go pick it up. So since we’re going that way we’re going to make an adventure out of it. (Forrest, Beth, and Sprocket back in the good old red Cherokee!!)
Continuing our series about renovating our little house. Check out Part I for and Part II other exciting projects.
Today we’re going to talk about heat. We bought our house December 23rd and had taken a chance and gave notice at our rental about a week before…move in date…January 13. On top of making sure we would have a shower and toilet we needed to figure out how to heat the place.
Our house hadn’t been occupied full time for about ten years. Somewhere along the line the vent pipe for the furnace leaked and water got into the heat exchanger. The previous owner seemed happy enough to just heat with space heaters when he and his family came up to Mullan for the weekend (although I doubt they were here in the winter much after that happened). The electric space heaters they left behind barely took the edge off the cold. Continue reading “Home Buying: Part III”
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: