Just because we’ve been running and gunning since returning home in an effort to repair/rebuild our water system (see Crisis and Opportunity) doesn’t mean we haven’t taken a bit of time now and then to contemplate The Mysteries of the Homestead.
Currently, there are three Mysteries of the Homestead:
1. How did the wind manage to do all that mischief while we were gone? Continue reading
We ferried to Haines on Friday, crossed the bay, stepped through our cabin door, and have been managing crises ever since.
It’s my fault, really. Before we left, Michelle wanted to shut the “homestead” down as we used to when we first owned it. We lived in Juneau, and visited the land. When the time came to leave, we would shut off the water, drain the system, and empty the wood-fired heater. This time consuming process would have been a wise precaution, but I reasoned that it ate up time and created considerable tension on a day when we had to get across the bay ahead of the tide.
I assumed that the cabin would hold enough heat that nothing would freeze. I assumed wrong.
R2D2 is dead. The water heater after ice damage (Photo: Mark A. Zeiger).
