There's one less slash pile on the property. Lots of chores that the parents had to do that they don't have to do for a while.
My hands smell like gasoline. Not from the slash pile. Long story.
I was listening to turkeys in the woods while deer crossed our field and the slash pile fire warmed my back.
I can't tell you how much I love coming back here.
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I can sense your presence. How long ya here for? Maybe St. Joan's on Sunday? Coffee on me...
Probably won't make St. Joans. I don't quite know when we're heading back but I have to be at work on Monday.
You get tired of the circus in SLC, I’ve got an old cabin to dismantle & salvage and a new one to build…..
It's a little cold up there right now. I don't think the Mrs. would appreciate the vacation.
Was only -30 the other day, ya big softie…..
I've got jogging at -30. It convinced me that it wasn't very much fun to be outside at -30.
In all seriousness, at -20 the wife doesn't go outside. I would be jogging, she would be curled on the couch wondering why she married an idiot.
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