Crack o' dawn!

Good morning! No, we didn't install satellite internet at the cabin and we're not hijacking the connection down at Whistlin' Jack's - we came back home last night, because the power went out. Yeah, I know - cabins are supposed to be rustic and all, so why would a power outage slow things down?

The Putnam Cabin is a bit of an odd case. It is indeed a rustic structure: it was built probably about seventy years ago, and the uneven floors and crooked walls show signs of progressive remodeling and additions all over the place. The walls are bare drywall and the furnishings would be rejected by Value Village; the few windows don;t let in much light, so it's pretty dark and cool inside most of the time. A hand pump in the kitchen used to provide water, but the well went dry or otherwise became longer functional, guest have to bring in water has or carry it up from the river and boil it.

But, the cabin does have electricity. An old fridge, a four-burner stove (with three functioning burners), and a microwave make cooking easy; electric lamps with bare bulbs illuminate the place, and in the winter, electric heaters supplement the fireplace. Perhaps because of this, the cabin does not have certain items that might be expected: hurricane lamps, coleman stoves, lanterns, or stuff like that. No, I don't know why not.

So when all the cabins in the area lost power in late afternoon, we were in a bit of a quandary. It seemed silly to leave the woods because we had no power. But while we could barbecue for dinner, Otis's naturopathic blood-sugar diet won't let her eat anything we could grill (we had brought some rice casseroles for her to warm up). And it was getting hard to see (and impossible to read or grade papers) inside the cabin with only decorative candles for light.

So, we came back. We had had one fine day in the warmth and the sun and the woods and that was good; we got home in the late evening, made some dinner, took care of business, and got set to have a fine day today at home.

Here are some pictures:

Woods


Me relaxing


Me working


Otis worshipping the sun, or something


We actually went into the river and starting build a rock pool


Otis pointing at frogs in the pond across the road