I have been intending to put up a shelter for my tractor. I priced out the materials needed to build a frame with a roof, and it was nearly two hundred bucks. Plus, I'm not the world's best carpenter. Menard's was selling a "shed-in-a-box," a put-it-together metal frame with a heavy tarp cover, for about what the lumber and roofing would have cost me. So I bought one.
Putting up a pre-built shelter meant leveling the ground. I got started on this, but still had a ways to go when the sun began westering towards the top of Akes Hill. It began to get chilly. I decided if I was going to roam around and enjoy the woods any, I'd better do it quickly. This shot below was taken from the far side of the Pishon as I returned to my cabin.
I read most of the evening. Re-read, I should say. Going through Mary Stewart's The Crystal Cave again, one of my old favorites. I've read it so often the pages are falling out. It's a keeper.
I slept in this morning. It was cold for one thing, and besides, I find that most of my days are sleep-deprived to some extent. I didn't get up till 9:30. Shortly after breakfast, it started to rain. I decided that killed outdoor chores for the rest of the day, and secured my tractor. I'll get back to leveling the ground later. I just want to get my tractor under cover before the snow flies.
I was needing some propane and batteries, so I went into L'burg for lunch and a run past Lowe's, then it was back out to the holler to clean the cabin. I normally sweep things out and set them in some kind of order every time I leave the cabin, but this time was a little different. At their best, cabins get dusty and feel damp, and that's okay, but I've got some church kids coming in two weeks and I figured it was time to de-clutter and sweep behind all the furniture. Took me two hours.
As I was leaving, I noticed several deer hunters getting into position. It started to rain as I drove up from the Laughrey valley. Then hail. Then I saw the lightning. And went through the cold, driving rain. Yep. Oughta be quite a story or two from this day's hunting to share with the buds when those guys get back from the woods.
Little Cabin in the Woods