We have given up on warmer weather so we loaded up Saturday and headed to III. We had most of the walls of the old hunting cabin insulated so we stopped at our favorite old-time lumberyard and got two more bundles of fiberglass insulation and went to work. Himself took to the ladder while I cut to length and in a couple of hours we had those two bundles of insulation snugged up in the ceiling. It wasn't enough insulation to do the whole roof but that is all our ol' Jeep would carry and we were satisfied with our day's labor.
Then Himself lay in a supply of firewood while I re-situated all the furniture, necessities and knick knacks. A light supper, some local country western radio and plenty of peace and quiet. Night fell, as did the temperatures, but we were cozied up in the cabin with Cousin Clint's electric light, extra clothes and the wood stove primed and heated.
The low fell to 18 degrees or so -- frosty! but I had a good night's sleep in the 4-post cedar bed. Himself, the hardy pioneer, took to the davenport so as to be closer to the stove. He had to pile on more wood 2 or 3 times in the night but slept between. I only woke a couple of times to see if Himself was on duty and knowing that he was, slept the sleep of Queens.
A good time . . . the other side
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