It feels like I've been moving for about 3 years. I'll be REALLY happy to get out there and STAY out there for once. I can get a whole lot more done that way.
I'm taking this pic from the wall tent - you can see the ROAD wayyy over there. After checking our spedometers, Ray and I both clocked it. He got .5 of a km and I got .4. So one of our spedometers is off. Or perhaps both. But it's looking like the driveway isn't one km like some people were thinking. Oddly enough, everyone who said it was that long were the people stuck working on it for days! Perhaps it just seemed longer than it really is.
Look who's stuck INSIDE the pen today!! Operation: Keep the monsters in is SUCCESSFUL!
George pleads with me to let her out. Since she CAN'T on her own. Yet. Give it another half-day.
Here's the gate (future gate that is) of Pen #1. It's off to the right of the tent. Both dog pens kind of wrap around either side of the tent, so the dogs and I will literally be a few feet away from each other when they're in there. They will be SO happy. (me too)
The tent, with bed in it now. Now all it needs is the couch and tv.
This stuff is from Pen #2 and you can see it needs a wee bit of work on the bottom. The escapees would be out of that before I could blink!
Camouflaged Lucy - can you spot her?
She's a stealthy pooch! Perhaps she was channeling her inner mountain lion.
The building site! All flagged off for the gravel to be dumped. Gracie checks it out, and tells me she approves. *whew!* I might have had to move it just for her!
The exciting job of outhouse hole digging commenced today. This digging was EASY! I was so excited, since I took ten times as long digging the hole for the cooler, which was wayyyy smaller. What I figure is that the cooler hole was still frozen! Or part of that permafrost in this area. That would explain why the beer was always so cold and ice lasted for 3 days (unlike the beer). I am really lucking out on some things here.
Here is one of those big cracks that are indicators of the permafrost. This is in behind the property.
The hot dogs seek out the COLD dirt. Jack laid out in behind Gracie, who is ON TOP of my outhouse hole! I had barely started, but the fresh cool dirt attracted them like flies to a pile of... well, speaking of outhouses...
Another gem on the property:
Our very own SCUNGY POND!!! Wooohoo! Ah, nothing says "mosquito breeding grounds" like a scungy pond!
And the cabin. The old homestead is starting to look pretty empty. No more Christmas lights in July, no more fish smells, no more barking, hyper fetch-addicted dogs, oh the neighbourhood will never be the same... *sniff, sniff*