Haven't posted in a while. Like last winter me and my Uncle Emil are off to the northland doing man stuff. Seems like I can't get the woods out of my blood. This time we're building a cabin off the Arrowhead Trail within spitting distance of the Boundary Waters. Not as exciting as a trip to an unnamed lake in northern Manitoba but it'll have to do. I'm more than halfway though this pseudo memoir with the intention of eventually adding a third, probably next winter.
The design of the building came from hours of daydreaming while driving the backroads of Minnesota and Wisconsin. Helped pass the time between delivery stops. When I hear of a semi freight-training off the interstate for no apparent reason I figure the driver may have been lost in the ozone and didn't make it back in time. Guess I was lucky.
The thought struck me around New Year's Day that I'll never get a chance to build another cabin, for obvious reasons. You know the ones, age, common sense, ain't one hundred percent done with the first one. Then it dawned on me I could build one on paper (or whatever the hell you'd call typing it out in a blog). Didn't figure it'd take as long as the real thing but it has, at least to this point.
Anyhow, I'm still down here on the Gulf coast waiting for the water to warm. Been out fishing only three times with equal results. Went out for near an hour one evening figuring night fishing might turn the trick. Was a nice way to spend time in the dark. And the fishing was not one whit poorer than in daylight.