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Feb 25, 2011

Views from the Cabin


Many have been asking for photos of our new home. There are still mountains of snow surrounding the cabin, largely due to snowplows. So, I thought I would first focus my camera on the views from the front and side porches. Pictured above is a sunny shot of our backyard.


Here's the same view, but from another angle. There are paw and foot prints in the snow from children and the neighbor's dog. Dogs are definitely territorial up here. And they seem to just wander the streets at whim.


Here is a photo from our front porch looking toward the school. The beautiful range in the background overlooks where most of the gold mining was done in the 1800's.

You'll notice that my car looks like it is missing a wheel. Unknown to us, Nissan installs hubcaps with timers. When a certain mileage is reached on the car, the hubcaps fall off — almost simultaneously. Well, I'm kidding about the timer, but the hubcaps did suddenly begin to fall off. The only surviving hubcap is visible in this photo and it's strapped on.

NOTE: For a snowy day view, scroll down one post.

My Proverbial Flesh

The view from my cabin front porch. It was snowing.
This is also our walking path.

My hurry-up-and-sit routine in California did me no favors. Without a doubt, I need more exercise.

Our new home is across the road from a school where my new, disciplined friend is employed. She routinely takes uphill walks during her lunch break — always munching on an apple. The forest critters become the beneficiaries of her apple core.

Her course passes directly in front of my home where she snags me. My heart loves her, but my proverbial flesh fights walking with a vengeance. The timing conflicts with my midday projects. It's winter. I need to don my insulated coat, waterproof boots, and the chains that I stretch over my soles to prevent slippage. I emerge from my cozy cabin into icy temps that I usually avoid . . . and we trudge through ice and snow.

Yesterday, just before walk time, it began snowing vigorously with a hefty wind chill factor. [See above photo.] I peeked at the school playground through my frosty bedroom window. The children were at recess. I was convinced they would soon become ice sculptures so I phoned her.

"Are you actually going to walk in this weather?"

"Yes," she assured me. "I'm bringing my umbrella."

"Umbrella. Great," I moaned.

I knew that my "SoCal-Gal" was glaring at her through the phone. She laughed and showed up with a smirk.

Gladly, it stopped snowing before we began our walk. Our conversation — though winded on my part — distracted me from the exercise. Unlike her, I was not eating an apple as I needed to keep my airway open to survive.

Back on my porch, my "flesh" thanked me as I shook the snow off my boots. I had to turn my coat inside out to dry because I had actually broken a sweat. In SoCal, I never knew it was possible to perspire in freezing temperatures!