Winter solstice has passed, Christmas has been enjoyed, and here we are … we’ve gained a whole entire minute of daylight!
Winter Solstice
The adventure goes on …
Our Adventures
Winter solstice has passed, Christmas has been enjoyed, and here we are … we’ve gained a whole entire minute of daylight!
Well, we finally won the marten war. We managed to get the soffits (shiny black material located in the eaves in the above photo) installed in and around weeks of rain. Mr. (or Mrs.) marten has been around, checking out our work, and has deemed the cabin completely marten proof.
People always ask us if we have problems with bears. The last two summers, our answer was “no”. This summer, we have a little black bear …
Boats seem an inevitable part of our existence, living up near the head of an inlet as we do. Every year, I think, “Well, the boats are in good condition this year, we’ve done lots of work on them, and everything should be fine.” And every year, our boats work hard to add just a little more adventure to our lives than maybe we really wanted.
The summer solstice is past and summer’s finally here. The weather has become typically hot and dry, with no rain in sight for weeks. It’s time to start harvesting the garden before everything dries up and dies. As part of that process, we decided to build a solar dehydrator.
We’ve been busy gardening and trail breaking, now that the rains have finally stopped. I’ve definitely developed some tool preferences …
Martens 1: Determined Cabin Owners 2. The war continues …
Ah … spring is here at last … sort of. In between deluges of rain, we’ve been working on a variety of projects in the yard.
Round XX goes to us in the pine marten battle. May the war be over …
Officially, this post is about the pine marten that has been determined to share our cabin with us, but in actuality, it’s more about all those little things that have been happening in my life, and my head, since my last post, way back in December – the bats in my belfry, so to say.
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