I spent a couple hours at the cabin yesterday evening. I had a few chores to do, like putting Contac covering on the table and getting the Deep Woods Off where it belonged. When next-door, mushroom-thief-Marvin was a boy, his parents owned this portion of our land, and they had several trails where dirt bikes could climb the steep hills. In front of my cabin, one such trail leads down toward the railroad tracks, angling toward the left. When I rode Blue up it recently, I narrowly missed getting smacked in the face with branches and losing my glasses, because it had become so overgrown in places. I took the lopping shears down the hill and remedied that situation, in less that fifteen minutes.
My next clearing job is larger. I want, somehow, to clear a big enough spot so I'll have one narrow, unobstructed view of the river bottom where I ride so often. I started this task yesterday, but it isn't something that will be finished in a day or two. I may even have to enlist Cliff with his chain saw, before I'm done.
I spent a lot of time on my porch in the woods, soaking in the peaceful aura and reading a poem or two. I did some browsing in a coffee-table-style book about native Americans... "The Mystic Warriors of the Plains". It's a wonderful book with lots of pictures, and I now have a perfect place to sit and ponder, and appreciate, those who inhabited this land before me.
My house sits right on the Santa Fe Trail, and also is in the path of the Lewis and Clark expedition. So this land is saturated with history.
Mandy is a joy to have in the woods. She'll head out on short jaunts through the brush, but never goes far from me. She almost seems to worry about my well-being, as though she shouldn't leave me unattended for long. If I go inside the cabin, so does she.
Every time I'm at the cabin, I find it hard to tear myself away, even knowing I can return any time I wantto. Oh, and I now have a propane campstove ordered. As soon as I'm able to make coffee in the morning, I'll be spending an entire night.
I love it!