After I got the solar installed, I realized how much time I was wasting tending the generator and how quiet it was.
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Our Cabin Build and Off Grid Experience
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Gary O'
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Moving along
After several months of the white stuff, around May, one longs to even just get a glimpse of some terra firma
Summers are busy
Clearing land
Wood for the winter after the coming winter
Gardening
Building
I put some fencing in on the logging road side
...and a gate
Wife wanted it (no argument....she feeds me)
Found out how deep that pumice soil was
2 feet
then the hardest hardpan known to man
The postholes became an acceptable 2 ft deep
then......taking it a bit easy in the mid afternoons (depending on urgencies)
We got in the habit of making 2p our bath time
Heated the water with a turkey fryer
Turned over the feed trough
Voila
Spa thirty
I'm not a bath guy
I'm a shower slut
but
There's something about taking a bath, in the sun
Then
Laying out to dry
After several months of the white stuff, around May, one longs to even just get a glimpse of some terra firma
Summers are busy
Clearing land
Wood for the winter after the coming winter
Gardening
Building
I put some fencing in on the logging road side
...and a gate
Wife wanted it (no argument....she feeds me)
Found out how deep that pumice soil was
2 feet
then the hardest hardpan known to man
The postholes became an acceptable 2 ft deep
then......taking it a bit easy in the mid afternoons (depending on urgencies)
We got in the habit of making 2p our bath time
Heated the water with a turkey fryer
Turned over the feed trough
Voila
Spa thirty
I'm not a bath guy
I'm a shower slut
but
There's something about taking a bath, in the sun
Then
Laying out to dry
Gary O'
Well-known member
Yup
I've done it
Friend of mine has a PTO auger on his tractor
Handy....very handy
Still, it took alot of wiggling and bouncing to break thru that cement/soil
Your snow is like mine too, Always wet and heavy, then sets up into Sierra cement.
My water is piped from the spring 1200' down the side of the road to a 600 gallon holding tank that feeds the cabin ( and I just replaced it all after the fire ). Im getting about 5 gallons a minute from a 1-1/2" pipe, that then runs off from the tank over flow. Been thinking about a small pond, and feed it from the over flow then let it run off the pond with a culvert. Nothing too deep or too big, just some water near by. My last life was a Boater. Maybe just big enough for a paddle boat.
Gary O'
Well-known member
Tedious things
or
What we do with you know what;
This is what I learned from a guy down the path that had been composting his family of five's 'stuff' for six years.
Build a bin
Approx four feet cubed
Posts in the corners and 3-4 inch wide by half inch thick boards
2-3 inch spacing
Initially leave one side open with one or two boards at the bottom.
Start with a generous layer of pine needles or the like.
A layer of straw on top of that does not hurt.
Empty your pail of you know what, including TP, and well...pee.
(no wipes, won't break down)
Pine needles and straw on top of that, about 2-3 inches.
Add boards as needed.
If you experience an odor, add more straw and needles.
(if you experience an odor after saaay a foot of pine needles and straw, change your dining habits or see a doctor)
Once the bin is full, proceed to the next bin and start the process anew.
Let the first bin 'rest' for 12 months.
Happy birthday, you now have compost.
Somebody told me to never mix in the urine, or I’ll learn the hard way
About the urine;
This 'compost' will not go into our garden.
Bushes, shrubs, maybe trees, if anything.
My intent is to just break down the 'stuff'.
So, the explanation of 'learning the hard way' prolly doesn't apply in our case.
I'm just getting somewhat weary of spending a goodly portion of whatever is left of my precious time here on irth boiling poopoo.
At first it was fascinating.
The lighting ceremony.
Stirring the caldron.
Tossing on more...and more.....and more fuel.
Not sure when tedium recognition took place, but, by end of winter the allure had transmuted to some kinda sordid monotony.
This led me to the quick and easy aspect of composting.
But
to extract urine from the other stuff, or to somehow divert the stream 'tween urges?
Not bloody likely.
Then again, if we were to be so bold as to use our loo-made urineized compost in our veggie garden after a year of resting, well, those fine neighbors down the path have been doing it for years now and they seem normal.....good color, no hair loss, good muscle tone....minimal itching....
But, like most aspects of living off grid, the very real things, procedures of day to day life, get rather nitty gritty.
None of it can be diverted or in some cases postponed.
This ain't Disney out here.
Even the simple task of bathing can be an adventure, especially in winter.
Back on topic;
I've never been a member of the white toilet bowl society, nor a proponent of the decorative hand towel display.
The one so ornate one is given to wiping their hands on their pants or flapping them dry to avert messing up the obvious feng shui of accoutremental aura.
Thing is, most of us, when on city water, never give where things go a second thought.
The only concern is when the water keeps running after flushing, causing your water bill to compete with your electric.
It's either accepting the fact that you must train all family members how to successfully jiggle the handle, busying yourself by looking at your facial flaws in the mirror until the water does in fact quit running, or just standing there, staring at the swirling eddy in the bowl, daring it to keep running,
or,
eventually lifting the tank lid, reaching into that mystical area and fixing the darn thing, feeling a bit heroic, showing everyone that you, you are the master of the house, you got this.
But,
When the outhouse becomes the facility, whatever you ingested just hours ago eventually becomes an ever present, heaping menace.
And the question looms, what on earth do we do with this, this festering mound of blind eels?
Having mastered cleansing these aging vessels of ours, and maintaining a controlled command of the laundry, especially thru the winter months, we are on task to turn these flourishing keester cakes into a form of harmless humus, of which we can merrily cast forth, back to muther irth...where it belongs.
Seems our society has taken the unglamorous facets of living and, for the most part, hidden them.
I mean how many of us (sans septic tanks) know where sewage goes?
Oh sure, we see the treatment plants, and have read about how everything gets converted to biodegradable glop,
but what about the really horrible stuff?
I do believe it's good...'xcuse me, necessary to git yer hands in it, see it, learn how to give it back to muther irth in a relative form of whence it came.
Same with garbage, another topic, but the same thing.
Some societies have no garbage, yet we (most of us) feel just fine about putting anything undesirable in a can because once a week a large noisy truck makes it all disappear.
I have too simple (lazy) of a mind to get into all this, but even us simple guys can take heed and comply with the nature...natural process of things.
Fresh notes on this;
Winter 2017
It snows here, lots
The compost bin is many paces from the cabin
I chose to devote my snow trekking energy to drawing water....many paces from the cabin.
So,
Back to burning
What I came to learn last winter was it takes considerable time to tend the barrel.
As much fun as churning the cauldron seems, it’s not one of my favorite pastimes.
This, our second year, I stayed on top of everything.
Water
Wood
Propane
Gas
Diesel
Food
Small building supplies, nails, screws, brackets
All stocked
All the time
No surprises
Winter has its own surprises, so it’s best to keep the odds of getting in abind to a minimum.
Give yerself a running chance.
I incorporated poopail duty into my aggressive maintenance schedule.
Turns out, less burns quicker.
Every other day is around a quarter pail of moist paper, pine needles at the bottom, and eight meals worth of mud bunnies.
We gathered four pails of pine needles back in the fall.
Best ever at layering the bucket.
Much much better than sawdust.
Worried four pails wouldn’t be enough.
We have two pails left, and it’s, what, March?
Anyway, I’ll twist the old ashes with a farmer’s fork,
pour a cup of diesel/gas/used oil mix
fetch the bucket
dump it in the barrel
(temps at 0°F and below require the tapping of a hammer near the bottom of a tipped bucket)
twist that a bit with the fork
or, at low temps, poke heck outa it with the farmer’s fork
pour a generous amount of the volatile cocktail (2-3 cups…a tin can’s worth)
twist a sheet of newspaper, soak the end
light it
flick it into the barrel
run light heck, screaming FIRE! FIRE!
Jus’ kidding
Put the screen on
And go about yer other business for 20 minutes
Note;
If, for some reason, the barrel does not go ‘whoooosh!’
Do NOT! hang yer face over it to determine the matter
(...another thing I came to learn)
Jus’ do the pour, paper routine again
Best to treat the barrel like poking a cornered puma during this procedure.
Synopsis;
It takes around an hour to reduce raw alley apples into powder of grey poupon
when tending ever 20 minutes
Bon marché
or
What we do with you know what;
This is what I learned from a guy down the path that had been composting his family of five's 'stuff' for six years.
Build a bin
Approx four feet cubed
Posts in the corners and 3-4 inch wide by half inch thick boards
2-3 inch spacing
Initially leave one side open with one or two boards at the bottom.
Start with a generous layer of pine needles or the like.
A layer of straw on top of that does not hurt.
Empty your pail of you know what, including TP, and well...pee.
(no wipes, won't break down)
Pine needles and straw on top of that, about 2-3 inches.
Add boards as needed.
If you experience an odor, add more straw and needles.
(if you experience an odor after saaay a foot of pine needles and straw, change your dining habits or see a doctor)
Once the bin is full, proceed to the next bin and start the process anew.
Let the first bin 'rest' for 12 months.
Happy birthday, you now have compost.
Somebody told me to never mix in the urine, or I’ll learn the hard way
About the urine;
This 'compost' will not go into our garden.
Bushes, shrubs, maybe trees, if anything.
My intent is to just break down the 'stuff'.
So, the explanation of 'learning the hard way' prolly doesn't apply in our case.
I'm just getting somewhat weary of spending a goodly portion of whatever is left of my precious time here on irth boiling poopoo.
At first it was fascinating.
The lighting ceremony.
Stirring the caldron.
Tossing on more...and more.....and more fuel.
Not sure when tedium recognition took place, but, by end of winter the allure had transmuted to some kinda sordid monotony.
This led me to the quick and easy aspect of composting.
But
to extract urine from the other stuff, or to somehow divert the stream 'tween urges?
Not bloody likely.
Then again, if we were to be so bold as to use our loo-made urineized compost in our veggie garden after a year of resting, well, those fine neighbors down the path have been doing it for years now and they seem normal.....good color, no hair loss, good muscle tone....minimal itching....
But, like most aspects of living off grid, the very real things, procedures of day to day life, get rather nitty gritty.
None of it can be diverted or in some cases postponed.
This ain't Disney out here.
Even the simple task of bathing can be an adventure, especially in winter.
Back on topic;
I've never been a member of the white toilet bowl society, nor a proponent of the decorative hand towel display.
The one so ornate one is given to wiping their hands on their pants or flapping them dry to avert messing up the obvious feng shui of accoutremental aura.
Thing is, most of us, when on city water, never give where things go a second thought.
The only concern is when the water keeps running after flushing, causing your water bill to compete with your electric.
It's either accepting the fact that you must train all family members how to successfully jiggle the handle, busying yourself by looking at your facial flaws in the mirror until the water does in fact quit running, or just standing there, staring at the swirling eddy in the bowl, daring it to keep running,
or,
eventually lifting the tank lid, reaching into that mystical area and fixing the darn thing, feeling a bit heroic, showing everyone that you, you are the master of the house, you got this.
But,
When the outhouse becomes the facility, whatever you ingested just hours ago eventually becomes an ever present, heaping menace.
And the question looms, what on earth do we do with this, this festering mound of blind eels?
Having mastered cleansing these aging vessels of ours, and maintaining a controlled command of the laundry, especially thru the winter months, we are on task to turn these flourishing keester cakes into a form of harmless humus, of which we can merrily cast forth, back to muther irth...where it belongs.
Seems our society has taken the unglamorous facets of living and, for the most part, hidden them.
I mean how many of us (sans septic tanks) know where sewage goes?
Oh sure, we see the treatment plants, and have read about how everything gets converted to biodegradable glop,
but what about the really horrible stuff?
I do believe it's good...'xcuse me, necessary to git yer hands in it, see it, learn how to give it back to muther irth in a relative form of whence it came.
Same with garbage, another topic, but the same thing.
Some societies have no garbage, yet we (most of us) feel just fine about putting anything undesirable in a can because once a week a large noisy truck makes it all disappear.
I have too simple (lazy) of a mind to get into all this, but even us simple guys can take heed and comply with the nature...natural process of things.
Fresh notes on this;
Winter 2017
It snows here, lots
The compost bin is many paces from the cabin
I chose to devote my snow trekking energy to drawing water....many paces from the cabin.
So,
Back to burning
What I came to learn last winter was it takes considerable time to tend the barrel.
As much fun as churning the cauldron seems, it’s not one of my favorite pastimes.
This, our second year, I stayed on top of everything.
Water
Wood
Propane
Gas
Diesel
Food
Small building supplies, nails, screws, brackets
All stocked
All the time
No surprises
Winter has its own surprises, so it’s best to keep the odds of getting in abind to a minimum.
Give yerself a running chance.
I incorporated poopail duty into my aggressive maintenance schedule.
Turns out, less burns quicker.
Every other day is around a quarter pail of moist paper, pine needles at the bottom, and eight meals worth of mud bunnies.
We gathered four pails of pine needles back in the fall.
Best ever at layering the bucket.
Much much better than sawdust.
Worried four pails wouldn’t be enough.
We have two pails left, and it’s, what, March?
Anyway, I’ll twist the old ashes with a farmer’s fork,
pour a cup of diesel/gas/used oil mix
fetch the bucket
dump it in the barrel
(temps at 0°F and below require the tapping of a hammer near the bottom of a tipped bucket)
twist that a bit with the fork
or, at low temps, poke heck outa it with the farmer’s fork
pour a generous amount of the volatile cocktail (2-3 cups…a tin can’s worth)
twist a sheet of newspaper, soak the end
light it
flick it into the barrel
run light heck, screaming FIRE! FIRE!
Jus’ kidding
Put the screen on
And go about yer other business for 20 minutes
Note;
If, for some reason, the barrel does not go ‘whoooosh!’
Do NOT! hang yer face over it to determine the matter
(...another thing I came to learn)
Jus’ do the pour, paper routine again
Best to treat the barrel like poking a cornered puma during this procedure.
Synopsis;
It takes around an hour to reduce raw alley apples into powder of grey poupon
when tending ever 20 minutes
Bon marché
Gary O'
Well-known member
The subject of running into undesirables in another thread reminded me of some folks
Mostly renegades live around the cabin
Miles away, but still neighbors
They don't bother with anyone
.....and they don't like to be bothered
Hermits, mostly
One ol' boy came down to our cabin
Rare for him
He brought me a gift
A strange, old looking mattock
You don't not take gifts from these folks
It's an insult
Anyway, he don't talk much
So, we sat...sipped a brew
Talked seasons......fires......critters
Then
He got up
Turned
Walked away
No G'bye
No hand waive
No nuthin'
I watched him walk down the path
'Til he disappeared
Got to liking that trait
Less to do
He's got a tight little cabin
His refer is a deep hole in the ground
Does just enough hunting to supplement hisself
Good guy to know up there
Mostly renegades live around the cabin
Miles away, but still neighbors
They don't bother with anyone
.....and they don't like to be bothered
Hermits, mostly
One ol' boy came down to our cabin
Rare for him
He brought me a gift
A strange, old looking mattock
You don't not take gifts from these folks
It's an insult
Anyway, he don't talk much
So, we sat...sipped a brew
Talked seasons......fires......critters
Then
He got up
Turned
Walked away
No G'bye
No hand waive
No nuthin'
I watched him walk down the path
'Til he disappeared
Got to liking that trait
Less to do
He's got a tight little cabin
His refer is a deep hole in the ground
Does just enough hunting to supplement hisself
Good guy to know up there
Gary O'
Well-known member
Yeah, I backed off a bit.
Lotsa threads to reply to
Anyway
I've taken quite a few pics
So far, these two are my favs;
after the storm
Quietude dressed in white
our tinsel
the stillness is calming to one's soul
I didn’t pay much attention to the avian fauna when we first came out here
Maybe due to staying on task with the build schedule
Whenever I’d sit to rest and hear some strange noise in the trees I’d just go ‘whuzzat?’ then back to work
Now? Proud to say I’ve got a handle on some of my new friends
…and their seasons
Nutcrackers appear in winter
Have yet to see ‘em this fall
The nuthatches (now my favs) have come back
Their little minion like ‘beeps’ give me a smile
They are the only bird that commonly walks down a tree, or so says my avid friend up the path
Seems true
The chickadees are always with ‘em
I think the Juncos stole the show for me
Especially, Carl
Some pics
heh, my buddy up north thinks he's funny
...I owe him
“Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air.” Emerson
Gary O'
Well-known member
A little event I almost forgot about;
Glad I jot things down
Well, I did it.
Found a saw stop.
My hand.
I'm careful. To a fault.
But there apparently are times, like today.
I was zippin' off some wood chalks.
No measurement required.
Got into a rhythm.
Forgot....I don't have rhythm.
A stuck pig comes to mind.
Thing is, my lovely better half was up at the neighbors.
She hardly ever goes to the neighbors.
They're miles away
Today is nine eleven.
Fitting.
So, after nicking the large artery in the top of my hand, I kept my composure and immediately ran down the road, screaming.
Juuust kidding.
I stumbled around, muttering fond remembrances of my childhood puppy.
Kidding again.
I knew to stop the blood.
Thing is, when one uses the good hand to help the hurt hand, well, there's just no other hands.
I was rather amazed at my sensibilities during what could rapidly develop into a somewhat dire situation, by;
Sticking my hand up in the air
Pressing my fingers on the vein
Pouring water on the cut
Then pouring good Scotch on it
Then finding a clean cloth, ripping it in shreds, and tying it tight.
I stood there looking at the smart phone.
Thought about asking siri what next to do.
Then realized the bleeding had stopped.
Went back to work.
My lady got home an hour or so later.
Got a bit excited about the carnage...'blood everywhere!'.
She should be well aware of my thin, onion paper Irish skin, and I bleed most every working moment of every day.
What agitates me is I didn't think to apply super glue.
somebody posed a question
'how in heck did you manage to cut the top of yer hand?'
Well, that's a fair enough question.
Although, I thought it might've been obvious.
Permit me to illustrate;
Haphazardly put your left hand in the path of the whirling saw blade by placing it directly underneath while the other hand is reaching for another piece of wood.
Hurry
Deftly use the sliding feature of the compound sliding miter saw;
pushing down and forward while its wind milling (not under power) during a state of confusion
as to what's wood, and what's your hand, and whether or not the saw is on,
and what a saw is. while considering changing your political party affiliation.
Permit the teeth to grind into your flesh until it stops.
Wince
Bug your eyes out with amazement at the idiocy of the event
Call yourself several defamatory names
Bleed on everything
Run to and fro
That about covers it
Glad I jot things down
Well, I did it.
Found a saw stop.
My hand.
I'm careful. To a fault.
But there apparently are times, like today.
I was zippin' off some wood chalks.
No measurement required.
Got into a rhythm.
Forgot....I don't have rhythm.
A stuck pig comes to mind.
Thing is, my lovely better half was up at the neighbors.
She hardly ever goes to the neighbors.
They're miles away
Today is nine eleven.
Fitting.
So, after nicking the large artery in the top of my hand, I kept my composure and immediately ran down the road, screaming.
Juuust kidding.
I stumbled around, muttering fond remembrances of my childhood puppy.
Kidding again.
I knew to stop the blood.
Thing is, when one uses the good hand to help the hurt hand, well, there's just no other hands.
I was rather amazed at my sensibilities during what could rapidly develop into a somewhat dire situation, by;
Sticking my hand up in the air
Pressing my fingers on the vein
Pouring water on the cut
Then pouring good Scotch on it
Then finding a clean cloth, ripping it in shreds, and tying it tight.
I stood there looking at the smart phone.
Thought about asking siri what next to do.
Then realized the bleeding had stopped.
Went back to work.
My lady got home an hour or so later.
Got a bit excited about the carnage...'blood everywhere!'.
She should be well aware of my thin, onion paper Irish skin, and I bleed most every working moment of every day.
What agitates me is I didn't think to apply super glue.
somebody posed a question
'how in heck did you manage to cut the top of yer hand?'
Well, that's a fair enough question.
Although, I thought it might've been obvious.
Permit me to illustrate;
Haphazardly put your left hand in the path of the whirling saw blade by placing it directly underneath while the other hand is reaching for another piece of wood.
Hurry
Deftly use the sliding feature of the compound sliding miter saw;
pushing down and forward while its wind milling (not under power) during a state of confusion
as to what's wood, and what's your hand, and whether or not the saw is on,
and what a saw is. while considering changing your political party affiliation.
Permit the teeth to grind into your flesh until it stops.
Wince
Bug your eyes out with amazement at the idiocy of the event
Call yourself several defamatory names
Bleed on everything
Run to and fro
That about covers it
I just made that trip before thanksgiving, there is a can plant in Yackima Wa that I service. My son has made that trip 3 times since then. Its all Gods country through there.The monthly trip to town was not only necessary but needed at times. just to get out....see humans
Upper Klamath Lake
With the cascading cumulus surfing the hills
Gary O'
Well-known member
Yeah, I'm kinda spoiled
When we first moved to the cabin, I'd think 'Man, when are we ever gonna get to town'
Now, when we make the trip to the cabin, I know all the landmarks
Pretty good sized lake
But shallow
Depth of 15' on average
Red sidedscruise thru there and on into the Williamson River
I was raised on the left side of the Cascade Range, so fir trees and thick woods are in my blood
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Gary O'
Well-known member
One thing I built, after a couple bear seasons
Kinda slowed down Mr Bear
I'm sure, if he wanted, he could tear it open with ease, but they were kinda lazy during winter
Heh, we watched one dig into the sealed lid 5 gal bucket of cracked corn bird feed I had out
Pry it open
Tip it over
Lay on his stomach while shoveling it into his gullet
Ate all 5 gal
Kinda slowed down Mr Bear
I'm sure, if he wanted, he could tear it open with ease, but they were kinda lazy during winter
Heh, we watched one dig into the sealed lid 5 gal bucket of cracked corn bird feed I had out
Pry it open
Tip it over
Lay on his stomach while shoveling it into his gullet
Ate all 5 gal
Gary O'
Well-known member
Got to know an ol' boy a ways down the path
Hungarian fellow
Thick accent
Got to be buds
However
If he knew I was spreading these pics all over creation, he'd come after me
He built and lived in a true trapper's cabin
Very simple affair
Just basics
But had a warmth about it
Hungarian fellow
Thick accent
Got to be buds
However
If he knew I was spreading these pics all over creation, he'd come after me
He built and lived in a true trapper's cabin
Very simple affair
Just basics
But had a warmth about it
Gary O'
Well-known member
Yeah, he just used what he had.
Even his siding was slab
I did use metal on most structures
The A Frame was comp
The leadtime for metal was pressing me
Had to get roofing on before weather hit
but the bump outs were metal
The main cabin is metal
so is the shop
Gary O'
Well-known member
I'm not sure if it'd make a difference in our neck-o-the-woods
Those lodge pole pines are tinder dry
Some folks up the path didn't do so well with the last fire
Only thing left and recognizable was what was left of their tin roof
In the 2020 fire there were 6 cabins in 5 miles on the mountain, now there are 5, right next to where I put the solar container there had to be 10 acres of old growth Manzaneta, that stuff was big. Thats where the hottest part of the fire was on my place. That area got sterilized, looks like the moon. Ash was halfway to your knees in that area. The fire burned in odd patterns. The little truck was less than 100' from the cabin burned completely in that area, got an out building there with stone foundation and tin roof. The fire burned completely around the cabin, lighting large trees on fire. But didn't burn the cabin, tree fort or swing set with plastic seats in the same area?? My immediate neighbor lost a good sized barn full of everything and a guest cabin less than 50' from his main cabin that didn't burn?? God was smiling on us that day. The only main cabin that burned was nearly at the bottom of the hill. My cabin neighbor went to the fire department in Susanville that we pay taxes to. To find out why they didn't protect us, there was plenty of warning. The fire burned for 3 days in our direction. They told him that they didn't know anything was up there. Dave was plenty pissed, muttering things like, they know we are up there when the tax bill goes out. He than called them out there to put out smoldering stumps for a week, so they could remember next time. I looked into getting insurance. My homeowners at home covers it for liability, but can't get anything on the structure, as it was built without permits or inspection. Maybe sometime in the future someone will fill that gap.
Gary O'
Well-known member
WHOA!
Some fire
Wind seems to be the star of the show.....and producer/director
Yeah, non-permitted is tough to insure
That's why it's so gut wrenching during fire season
I'd always tell myself......if it burns, I'll build it again, but better
Some fire
Wind seems to be the star of the show.....and producer/director
Yeah, non-permitted is tough to insure
That's why it's so gut wrenching during fire season
I'd always tell myself......if it burns, I'll build it again, but better
I think we are good for a while, but that undergrowth will return at some point. I just need enough time to get the stone and steel shudders on it, and cut back the trees directly around the cabin. From the reports I was getting after the fire, before going there, I was sure everything was gone and I was already thing about a container cabin. But I got lucky this time. No more wood structures up there.
Gary O'
Well-known member
Some winter notes;
It's a wet snow right now.
About a foot...foot and a half has fallen in the last 24 hrs.
Driving conditions are a tad harrowing.
California drivers tryin' to get home
Semis going down the road sideways
Oncoming traffic deciding your lane is better
Causing sphincters to become involuntarily active
One becomes attentive, alert, wary
Summer driver face;
Winter driver face;
The Wrangler (our winter vehicle of choice) is getting a workout.
Snow is dropping off the laden trees ever few minutes.
Should be shell shocked by morning
game on
kinda Purdy though
some pics;
our country lane
where not to stand
where warm is
It's a wet snow right now.
About a foot...foot and a half has fallen in the last 24 hrs.
Driving conditions are a tad harrowing.
California drivers tryin' to get home
Semis going down the road sideways
Oncoming traffic deciding your lane is better
Causing sphincters to become involuntarily active
One becomes attentive, alert, wary
Summer driver face;
Winter driver face;
The Wrangler (our winter vehicle of choice) is getting a workout.
Snow is dropping off the laden trees ever few minutes.
Should be shell shocked by morning
game on
kinda Purdy though
some pics;
our country lane
where not to stand
where warm is