Evidences of the past

Beams are going up in the Writer's Cabin. All kinds of interesting items from the past are still attached to the wood. There are rusty gate hinges & bolts, old dowels, and even...yes, that is a mouse trap nailed to the edge! I wanted them left for the authenticity they bring to the project...not to mention conversation pieces.

A concrete porch was poured yesterday for the entry on one side. While awaiting it to set up enough for the scoring saw, I entered the cabin to see the beams. Jude needed to check in with me, and the most direct path was - you guessed it! directly across the wet cement into the front door. The delightful doggie prints on the diagonal into the door were the perfect complement to the rustic design..."Leave 'em!" I said, much to the amusement of the workmen.


Gazing up towards the glorious blue sky, my niece thought we should make the roof one entire sky light. Watching the magnificent green trees swaying in the breeze, I agreed she had a great idea. The ridge beam is gorgeous! Perhaps you can tell that I am getting very excited with the way things are shaping up.

Dog Tired...

Jude and Montana love going to Shepherd's Glen. They blast out of the car and run through the woods, water, and building site the entire time we are there. Then they sleep (and usually fart) the entire way home. The dogs want you to know:

Life is good at the Glen...

Framing begins

The Writer's Cabin has a writer's room all framed in now! The bathroom is also framed in opposite this room on the back side of the cabin. I love to look out the window openings and see the view from each one. At present everything is tremendously wet, green, and sparkling with the recent rains.

Now You See 'Em...

Heavy rains brought the river up suddenly. Mike phoned to say a resident had phoned him Sunday night to say the river was up over the road by eight feet! A log jam blocked the road in. He drove up over the ridge and down the "escape route" to see that the water had risen completely over our lower meadow. Mike asked the resident about the supplies he'd placed in the meadow. "There were no supplies in the meadow!" was the reply. With trepidation, I headed up early this morning as planned - not knowing what I would find. When I asked Mike what he has put in the meadow, he replied, "A stack of plywood and....um....uh....the timbers from Ohio." The two and a half hour drive allowed me to arrive at a place of peace that whatever awaited me, I could trust in the providence of the Father. Here is where the supplies had been stacked. The water had swept everything away...


but thanks be to God!!! they had only been picked up, carried down the horse trail towards the river, and placed back down still wrapped in the plastic covering. Nothing was lost, though I did have to go through the process of relinquishing my "ownership" of it. Wow, that was quite an experience! Montana is standing guard over the piles. Good dog!