Tuesday, September 16, 2008

I situated myself on the old boulder down by the creek where I usually made my castings for fish. The sun was peeking up through the pointed pines and the water was just glistining that early morning light. A deep breath took me back to the days last year when peril and uncertanty were looming. All is much better now. I have a home that feels closer to my heart than any other. I reminised the days I had spent down in the gorge of the Black River when I was younger. A couple snaggs and a few fish later I was on my way back to the cabin with food for a few days.

The cabin was still in shambles. I had to muster up some more pitch back on the old stone to fix the roof. Two days spent on that.

The wood pile needed some fresh wood for seasoning.

I set traps for squirrel and in the proccess spotted the bigest raccoon I ever saw.

Thats it.