Often an enticement listed in Real Estate ads, our cabin has hardwood floors. Not just any hardwood floors—they’re probably antique.
Many parts of our cabin come from salvaged buildings, mostly from the historic Fort Seward in town. The U.S. Army built the fort around the beginning of the previous century.
In fact, one can find Quartermaster’s marks and even house numbers in certain parts of the building. The floors surely came from there.
Ours aren’t the kind of hardwood floors potential renters or buyers dream of. They’re not highly polished, or deeply reflective. They’re pretty worn down, grooved so deeply in places that we’ve filled them with floor leveler. For warmth, we cover most of the flooring with rugs, especially our beloved polypropylene rugs (see Rugs That Wash and Wear). Therein lies the current problem, which leads to an appreciation of hardwood floors . . . .
Summer flea season can be pretty hard around here. With all the squirrels, voles, mice, and other small animals running around, our property is a flea’s paradise. And yet, they’re never so picky that they won’t gladly hop a ride indoors with us from the garden or yard. Inside, they not only bite us, but the cat.
This year, the fleas are particularly bad, enough so that Michelle banished the rug for a while. She rolled it up, hung it in the wood shed, and doused it with flea powder.
While this goes on, we’re rather enjoying the hardwood floors. We find that the bare floor gets much less dirty than the rug, although we strongly suspect this has more to do with our dry weather (see “Real” Rain) than the lack of rugs. If we got the rains we’re used to, the floor might become just as covered with spruce needles tracked in on wet feet as it is when the rug’s in place.
But, whatever the reason, we’re enjoying it while it lasts, and making the most of appreciating the hardwood floors, whether by necessity or otherwise.