“Labor Day weekend. Lots of ATVs and OHVs cruising around the roads up here, and too many fishermen at the lakes and ponds when I checked yesterday, so today I’ll focus on getting a load of slash to the depot. Cleaning up this property is therapeutic for me. I hope to have the
“Summer is slipping by much too fast, what once was imagined is already past...” -Journal entry: Wednesday; August 15, 2018; 10:23 am. In my camper, Cochise. Three months of living on a mountainside, 9,000’ above sea level, in the woods, just south of the Wyoming border, no neighbors within earshot and no cell phone service.
“Finally, I’m able to sit down and get back into writing, beginning with this journal. I’m writing, for the first time, from the studio desk in my snug little shed. It will also serve as a shop, so therefore will be referred to as “The Studiop” (or “The Shtudiop”). I’m on a bare desktop @
“Yowza, what a past couple of weeks this has been. In the course of packing, hauling, storing, hauling, digging a septic tank, clearing a couple loads of brush and building lofts and benches in the shed, my back had had enough. I pinched my sciatic nerve and suddenly the world changed: I couldn’t sit,
“Ready to head into the Village and hit the library again – this is becoming a good routine. I did laundry yesterday at Basecamp and fished while my clothes were in the machines. I also figured out how to get Wi-Fi with my laptop (the antennae switch was turned off), so it was a
“The days are rolling by pretty quickly. Been here a week and I think it’s going to work. I screwed up my back a bit cutting brush and making a couple trips to the slash depot, but it’s nice to clear the perimeter so I can see any approachment. Rambeaux loves it up here, too.
“Well, here we go...I’m at the beginning of the greatest adventure of all. I have gone Into the Woods (not necessarily Into the Wild). As I look out my kitchen/work table window I see the stone cairn islands of Dowdy Lake, which have gripped me since CJ and I discovered them while ice-fishing a
When I was 56 years old, I realized that things were not quite working out as I had hoped they would. This was 2016. The country was finally coming out of the “Great Recession” that had dominated and decimated the economy the previous decade. I was coming out of the recession too; I just
