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"Life doesn't have to be perfect to be wonderful."
- Unknown

"That which does not kill you, makes you stronger."
- Handed down through the ages.

"Life's tough. It's even tougher when you're stupid."
- John Wayne

Quiet Day on the Homestead

It's been a nice, slow, quiet day on the homestead today.

I woke up this morning feeling like I'd been run over by a truck. So, when Tom got out of bed, I said that I was going to sleep in and promptly rolled over and did just that . . . until 11:00! Even at that late hour, I had to P-U-L-L myself up. I did a (very) few things and kept feeling worse and worse - just overall "UGH" - so went back upstairs to lie down. Woke up at 3:00!!! We must be still fighting last week's colds, though, 'cause Tom just couldn't get warmed up and went down for a nap himself when I got up at 3:00! I still haven't heard a peep from upstairs . . .

Now - after the light snow and killing frost of the other night - the bugs are finally gone. This means that the dogs and I could enjoy a little hike yesterday afternoon (Tom was in town). We walked down the road that the loggers have built past Tom's trapper cabin and down "the sledding hill" into the main staging area. They had mentioned to us - one of the last times we talked with them - that they'd created one HECK of a sledding hill for us in another spot. So, I checked that out. Sledding hill? Not on your life! Downhill ski run? You betcha!

When I got to the top of that ridge (which is the northeast end of the ridge which the house sits on here), I could see for miles and miles into Canada. What I also saw was this:

I think it's a property corner marker for the northwest corner of our property . . . or would it be the northeast corner? I dunno, it gets so confusing out there in the woods! But, Tom's going to dig out his GPS and we'll hike down again soon and mark it. Then, based on the location of the southwest corner (where there IS a surveyor's stake) and the house (already entered into the GPS's maps), we'll be able to figure out just which corner the paint on that tree marks.

On the way down off the ridge we found two fresh piles of moose droppings . . . although the snow had fallen on them since they had been . . . deposited. ;) For those of you who DON'T seem moose poop on a regular basis, here's a picture with Maisy in it for size comparison. Each dropping is probably about 1/2" thick by 1" long. FASCINATING stuff, huh?! ;p

1 comment:

  1. I hope you're both feeling better soon.

    We used to see moose poop when we went on grouse hunting adventures up by Snowbank Lake. One of our dogs loved to "snack" on them.


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