“The wind is scary from here,” said Michelle’s email this morning. “How are you doing? Call me (if we haven’t talked already) I’m worried about all this wind.”
Aly and I had just burst into the cabin, out of breath, cold, and very happy. We’d just come down from the hill, where I’d laid out flat on my stomach to reach into a dark, duff-filled hole to turn on the faucet to the winter water tank. Aly stood over me, holding the box lid so it wouldn’t crack me on the head. I’d almost lost feeling in one hand from the cold, but the wood stove warmed the cabin wonderfully, sunlight streamed in through the windows, and I still had the second of two cups of fresh coffee ahead of me. We’d managed to switch the water just before losing the summer water flow to freezing. It was a big accomplishment, and we felt justified in relaxing in the warm cabin for the rest of the day. Continue reading