Story Time

The cabin is furnished with things collected, donated, retired, found, refinished, re-purposed. Nothing begged or borrowed and hardly anything stolen. The painted five gallon bucket that serves as a garbage can was stolen from us once during a winter break-in but later found by the roadside. We speculate that it was only taken to carry bottles of booze until the snow machine riding thieves could reach a truck with their booty.

And although RS had permission to remove the wood cookstove from its original location a misunderstanding resulted in a long delay in obtaining it when a nearby farmer called the RCMP after noting his vehicle parked at the abandoned farmhouse. The stove was located in my family's rural community. We had not been married very long and although he knew he had permission from someone he was at a loss to recite the appropriate names. It never crossed his mind to identify himself as my father's son-in-law, which probably would have saved the whole trouble.

Like many things in the place the jerry rigged paddle on the wall has quite a story but I've gone on long enough. The dryer sheet on the floor seems to have been donated by a friendly soul to guard the perimeter against mice. There is no dryer. I didn't notice it until I was editing pictures on the computer.

Oh, and middle left, you can see just the end of the diamond willow railing that I mentioned yesterday.