Woodstove please.

Ha! Just what I needed to do, another post about woodstoves! Friday, Sprocket and I spent the night up at the cabin. I took pizza, a bottle of wine, and How To Be A Woman. And extra blankets.

It poured down rain. Freaking poured. I drank my wine and read the book, glancing up to look out the window at the weather. I huddled under blankets and layers and layers of clothing. It was COLD. And it got dark early. So I read in bed with a flashlight.

The wind whipping around the cabin was pretty awesome. We’re on a ridge top and really exposed so it howls around you as you’re sleeping under the eaves. In the morning I was really confused by what looked like condensation on the windows. The place is definitely NOT sealed yet so there shouldn’t be any condensation in that big building from just Sprocket and I.

 

Ice. That is ICE coating the outside of my windows! The fog and rain froze to them. So freaking weird. (Actually, it reminded me of Little House In The Big Woods where Laura looks at the frost patterns, but maybe that’s just me.)

Then, I get outside and look up and it snowed on Sunset and Granite Peaks. The snow missed me by about three hundred feet in elevation. Brrr!

So I’m currently shopping for the cathedral ceiling kit for the woodstove so it can be sitting here waiting for F to come home to install it. It’s so pretty up there, all we need is for there to be some cozy heat as well!

**Addendum: I just realized this might be read as complaining about F being not here working on the cabin. He’s off working crazy hard in North Dakota for us and I can’t complain. I’m just really looking forward to cozy evenings up there!

Monday.

Labor Day weekend is supposed to mark the end of summer. In some small, but tangible ways, this weekend felt like the end of summer and this morning like the beginning of fall.

Saturday we went to Silverwood Theme Park. We rode the roller coasters and made a half-hearted attempt to enjoy the water park. We sort of knew going in but standing in line with hordes of people isn’t really our scene. We ran errands and came back to the valley with a car full of stuff (like always) and six 10′ copper pipes hanging out the passenger window (future curtain rods), we’re special like that.

Sunday, I drove to Montana for Andee’s bachelorette party. It was wonderful to just relax and hang out with a bunch of girls. We sat on a dock at Seeley Lake, drank prosecco from the bottle, ate Bayburgers, swam a bit, and relaxed. Leaving Andee’s house I realized I had to turn on the headlights. In the summertime with our 10pm onset of darkness, I never have to drive in the dark. Fall is coming.

I met up with Jeanna and Mike to catch up a bit before leaving Missoula. It was good to see some old friends and relax over pizza.

On the drive back to Mullan, I was treated to a lightning show. There was even rain. I haven’t seen rain in a long time. At home, I crawled into bed and we watched the storm over the ridge. We talked quietly as the sky flashed, usually we never talk at night. Days apart are good for talking.

And this morning? It was grey and decidedly not summery. I’m not ready for winter, but I think I am ready for fall. This summer has not been the awesome amazing over-the-top fun-filled one I’d hoped for (but it’s been good), it’s been busy, happy, and full of life building: we’ve worked hard on the house and the cabin, got engaged, and become more integrated into the community.

Bring on fall, bring on cool mornings and nights, let the tamaracks change color, and pull out the sweaters and hats.

After I get one more summery weekend. 🙂

Randoms.

Ezra, Steve and Garrett have been at our house all week so my evenings have been sort of busy. That and I haven’t been feeling motivated for much of anything, other than reading blogs, not so much motivation for the writing of mine…

I’m really just looking forward to the weekend. Forrest and I are going to Silverwood on Saturday with the tickets we bought at Oktoberfest in Wallace. It will be really nice to spend a day doing something silly with him (we’re totally not the amusement park going sort).

It’s that summer’s starting to come to an end really, F got an email about leaving for North Dakota the other day (he’s leaving in three weeks and will be gone a month) and it made me realize that we still have a bunch of work to do. The new woodstove needs to be installed (I’m sure Sprocket and I will need heat before the end of October), the siding and roofing at the cabin need to be finished, it’d be nice if the cabin woodstove was done too.

If the stove at the cabin isn’t finished though, that’ll really be fine, in fact, if everything at the cabin’s not done it’ll be fine (as long as we don’t get snow that stays until sometime in November); the woodstove in the house is nonnegotiable though… I don’t think I’m going to spend much time up there (except for maybe a couple evenings). Last year when he was gone Sprocket and I did some exploring and really enjoyed ourselves–I like going places and I really don’t like going to be alone at home (except when I’m indulging in some Teen Mom and other assorted bad TV/movies).

Here’s to what I hope to be another few weeks of summer before the chill really starts to set in.