Wednesday, August 25, 2021

Renos with Rosie - Escape to the Cabin

 

Some of us are lucky to have a special place, a refuge from the busy-ness of our daily lives and for me; it’s “the Cabin”. Thirteen years ago, in 2008, we built a “Knotty Pine Cabin” on our little 10 acre parcel of land in Central Alberta.


It's on a little bit of lake surrounded by wetlands teeming with waterfowl. Buying it was a risk for us at the time but we are very, very glad that we took the leap.

Geese taking off from the lake

Early morning from the deck


Like so many of the “leaps” that I’ve taken over the years, it seemed more like I was dragged to the decision and actions that followed by my always thinking wife, Rose. As a matter of fact, I had recently quit my job and was in Ft. Mcmurray doing a small project for my former employer. Rose called me there to say that her friend had let her know about a small parcel of land right next door to his place that had recently gone up for sale.


She wanted to go see it and, since I was away for a few days, it was decided that she would drive out and have a look and see if it was something we would be interested in. Well, after that it was like a whirlwind swept through our lives! Rose loved it and wanted to buy it right then and there.


It was completely undeveloped and apparently there was an astonishing amount of interest in it. Our friend told her there was lots of traffic along the road, with people tramping around looking over the property and she was bound and determined to snatch it up before someone else beat us to it.


Since we had the money available and I completely trusted her to make a good decision regarding the purchase, she called up a realtor and made an offer to purchase that same day and, to our everlasting relief, it was quickly accepted. According to the realtor our buy was definitely "the bargain of the summer". Realtors as we know often resort to hyperbole, but he was right!


Shazaaam, Rose heard, she saw, and then she acted decisively as she is prone to do and when I returned from Fort Mcmurray we took our two teenaged daughters and went to have a look at our new property.
We all loved it and we tromped around through the woods trying to imagine exactly how we could develop and use it. We eventually ended up scrambling up the hillside and standing on a fallen log together looking out through a natural gap in the forest at the beautiful little lake as Rose declared with certainty, “this is where we will build our cabin!”

Me, standing where the cabin will be built

Rose looking happy, thinking about building the cabin



If you know Rose, you will not be surprised to learn that we did indeed build our cabin on that exact spot the next summer.


Me being me, I was thinking a small, cozy (cheap) cabin and Rose being who she is, we ended up going considerably bigger than I thought we needed to and spent way more money than I thought we could afford.


As usual, after considerable convincing, I decided that I had been right all along and we went with Roses more expensive choice of a 12’ x 24’ “Knotty Pine Cabin” and we are now very glad that we did!


It turns out that even a 12x24 cabin quickly seems to shrink when you build a bedroom and a bathroom and a kitchen and add some furniture etc. We added an 8’x12’ loft with a ladder and a 12’x 8’ deck with railing and we were all set. Now to decide where exactly to build it and to clear a road and all the rest of it.


I was away a lot and Rose handled the clearing of the road and the building spot after my good friend Ron and I trudged through the woods marking out the exact route that our access road would take. We made it with a nice curve and a small hill that blocks all view of the cabin from the road.


Once that was marked, we hired a local guy to clear the land and with Roses direction, he did a stellar job. He used something called a brush hog mounted on the front of a skid steer. That noisy thing chews up the brush and throws it everywhere leaving the ground covered with small sticks and shredded wood that eventually goes back into the soil.


Next, we marked out exactly where the cabin was going to be built and where we wanted the outhouse and shed that we had purchased from the neighbor. Rose once again ran the show, directing the delivery of 15 loads of gravel plus the levelling of the road, yard and cabin building site while I played hooky working in Ft. Mcmurray.

Site cleared, now for the gravel

Right here is where the deck will be


I was very happy when I got out there once again as she had done a fantastic job and the shed was already in place. There wasn’t much to do to level out the building site before it was time to assemble the skids and the cabin base on site.


It was around this time that we began to wonder if we needed a building permit and after contacting the county, we discovered that sure enough we did need to get a permit. “How else are we going to tax you the exorbitant (I mean appropriate) amount?”


Well that was a whole crazy adventure that Rose handled in my absence, and she actually had to go down to a council meeting and plead the case for building a “temporary building” on our 10 acres of land beside the lake.


They deigned to grant us a building permit and with our little piece of paper clutched in our sweaty palms, we were ready to accept delivery and begin assembling our cabin.


We opted to build the cabin base ourselves to save money and we were fortunate to be able to hire a friend to help me build the base and assemble the cabin. We closely followed the directions and built a 12x24’ insulated base. When the cabin was delivered, we got to work on the cabin build. During this time we stayed next door in our friend’s guest cabin that he had built to stay in while he constructed his own house a few years prior.

Building the insulated base

Getting the roof on-the lightest guy (me) gets to stand on the roof


My helper and I worked well together and over the course of a few days we got the cabin walls up and a tarp over it until we could get back out and assemble the roof. I hired a few different young guys and tapped some friends to assist over the next couple of weeks and we got the roof panels on and insulated and then the metal roofing. With some finishing touches we had a bare bones cabin shell and couldn’t wait to sleep in it!

Getting the windows in and the gable ends on

Looking towards the lake

Now for the metal roof and insulation

And it's done - on the outside


I probably would have stopped there for a while but Rose had other ideas. First we needed a bedroom and a bathroom and I have to admit that they have since come in handy! We built an 8’x8’ bedroom and stuffed it kind of full with a queen bed and two end tables. There’s just enough room to walk around it but what more do you need?


The bathroom is 4’x8’ and is jam packed with a small sink fed from a 10 litre jug, a nice little camping toilet, some shelves and an old buffet/sideboard that belonged to my mom and is now used for storage.

The bathroom

The camp kitchen that we used for the first few years

Rose getting organized, while April takes a well earned break

Our 8x8 bedroom


The shower is outside and it’s one of my favourite things about the cabin. After cutting the grass or picking berries or just to cool off, there are few things better than an outdoor shower! It started as a jug in a black bag (to absorb heat) mounted on a tree and gradually morphed into a wood deck with a fence around three sides and a barrel of water pumped through a propane heater for a piping hot outdoor shower experience!

The outdoor shower



Every year we made improvements, like some water barrels and eves trough to capture rain water for the shower and a propane furnace to heat the cabin. We’ve got a few solar panels charging up some power boxes that give us enough AC power to run a TV/DVD player and light bulbs and a lovely, beautiful, super handy generator with a remote start, a wonderful invention indeed! In the kitchen we use a 12 volt water pump combined with a propane heater, to give us nice hot water for washing dishes.


Rose has always been a real trooper when it comes to making due with what is available and for the first few years at the cabin she turned out some amazing meals on a one burner, pop up camp kitchen with a tiny little flexible vinyl sink and almost no prep area. I don’t know how she did it for so long but eventually we decided it was time to upgrade to a real kitchen.


The kitchen itself was probably the most life changing (and costly) of our many improvements. We went with Ikea butcher block counter tops mounted on some modular kitchen cabinets and a 2 drawer industrial filing cabinet that Rose scrounged from one of her jobs. It worked the way it usually does in our household. Rose has the vision, prods me into going along with it, and then somehow or other, I make it happen. My approach to building and renovating is a combination of MacGyver and Mike Holmes and somehow it usually works out pretty well.

New kitchen and lighting fixture


In this case it turned out to be very functional and rustically attractive kitchen with a three burner propane cooktop, a nice new sink and taps and a place to hang her favourite cast iron pans. Rose is all about cast iron, she loves the look of it and she can make just about anything you may want in a cast iron pan of some size. She's got four of them hanging at the cabin and another eight on her wall at home!


We installed a custom light fixture that I made from an antique piece of wood from an old buggy harness/oxen yoke/centaur saddle (what the heck do I know) a cool piece of wood with metal rings and hooks on it.

We added a cat ramp up to the loft so our kitty doesn’t have to use the ladder. We also cleared (by hand) a lot more area on both sides of the cabin to give us a larger parking area and a place for the trailer and other things. This gives us some expansion space with a water view for use when visitors want to park a trailer or pitch a tent.

Zoey's cat ramp


This year we added a lean-to style screened room with sliding roof panels to the front of the cabin and we love it! The big hit of the summer though (with our granddaughter Junie) is the 12’x12’ tent platform that we built on our secondary viewing spot. She loves to drag some unsuspecting adult over there to play games or read to her. Since she discovered the tent, we haven’t been able to interest her in the canoe, go figure!

The new "Glamping" tent platform
Dancing with Junie before we set up the tent




The new (old) deck furniture


Two and a half year old Junie, loves the cabin. Whether it is picking berries, hiking the trails, playing with the “blocks” that are nothing more then left over triangular bits of wood, canoeing or playing in the tent, she is always eager to go to the cabin and sleep in her room there. Her “room” is just the bathroom with a playpen set up in it but she doesn’t mind and until she is old enough to sleep in the loft, it seems to do fine.


We’re happy to have the cabin as a family retreat from the busyness of life in the city but what makes it extra special are the times when family and friends visit and we get to share the experience with them.


This morning I'm floating in my canoe at the far end of the lake enjoying the sounds of the birds along the shore. The red winged black birds are chirping, clacking and trilling among the reeds as I sit here floating on a perfectly calm lake. All at once the American Coots nesting on shore begin a series of barking/coughing alarm calls that signal I've drifted too close to their nesting site and I back paddle, gently moving away.

Writing in the canoe


I've brought my coffee today and there are few things more pleasant than sipping good coffee in a canoe on a flat, private lake on a sunny morning in the summer time.


Rose sends me a text as I sit here writing. "This morning Junie said,” "I like Papa, give him a hug." Somehow my day just got a little bit better!


It's not all relaxing and floating around on the lake, there is a lot of work involved but somehow I don't mind it. We have this place because of the work, it's as comfortable as it is because of the work, so even the work part is satisfying in a different way than it is in the city.

Over the years I’ve built up a two kilometer trail system that takes you through a whole selection of different elevations and micro climates. There’s the upper meadow that meanders through raspberry, Saskatoon, chokecherry and gooseberry/black current patches and past the spot where the deer like to bed down. Then down through the forest past the spot where the Long Eared owls nested for a few years (they are still around but nesting across the road now).

Next the trail goes through the driest area on the property, the “lower meadow” and around the point and onto the shady path that runs along the lake for half a kilometer. It goes past the dock that started out life as a picnic table and then past “April’s spot” that we cleared out and now have a wood bench swing set up where you can swing in the sun and look at the lake.

I love to walk the trails, watching for the family of grouse that nests on the property every year. There are also many water birds of course, but my favourites are probably the Great Blue Herons, they are so huge! We’ve seen deer, moose, coyotes, weasels, bunnies, squirrels, porcupines, hummingbirds, tiger salamanders, garter snakes and myriad other little creatures and birds.

 



Looking up at the new tent area
Early morning



Amazing colour some years

April and I in the canoe
Long eared owlets 


The cabin from across the lake

Looking up at the cabin from the canoe


It’s great to have a little bit of land, our little private fief that we share with the animals and birds and where we do what we want and the world leaves us alone, as long as we pay our taxes to the county that is.
Kait, Junie and I in the canoe


Of course hunting season is sometimes a concern, no-one wants to be sitting on their deck and suddenly hearing gunshots that seem very close by. Those incidents thankfully are few and far between now, due in large part to the many signs I've got posted all over the place.


It's breezy now at midday and I'm glad I took out the canoe early this morning. Even with the little electric motor that we have mounted on the canoe, it can be difficult to return against the wind from the far side of the lake.


Rose and I had quite the adventure a few weeks ago when a sudden strong wind came roaring across the lake sounding like a helicopter overhead! It immediately ripped my hat off and forced us into the reeds along the shore. I tried to turn us into the wind but I had absolutely no control even at full power. Perhaps this is a metaphor for life in general? Control is an illusion and things can change in an instant, so take nothing for granted!

 

Now I know what they are talking about when sailors say you don't want to be trapped against "a lee shore". Feeling powerless is not fun. We waited it out for a few minutes and were able to paddle away from the shore and motor down the lake into the wind but boy we were glad for that little motor!

 

A few days later we were out on the canoe again when I spotted the head of a deer sticking out of the water as it swam (waded?) across the lake. We made our way closer in time to watch the young buck scramble out of the water and go bounding away up the hillside.

 

Life is full of questions sometimes: why did the deer want to cross the lake? And if it had a good reason, why didn’t it just walk around? The lake is about 50 acres in size so it’s easy to walk around it. We figure he just wanted to be in the water, maybe to cool off, who knows?

 

Out here at the cabin these are the most pressing questions once we’ve unplugged from the concerns of the city and the world. Why did the deer swim the lake? Why did the owls move their nest? Why did most of the birch trees die off? And the most pressing question of all, why don’t we just do it and move out here for good?!

I’ll give you a hint, her name is Junie💗. For us, being close to family trumps even the cabin!

Junie marching confidently along the trail
Papa (me) hamming it up with Junie while she gets a bath in the sink

Rose and Junie picking berries





Sunday, November 22, 2020

Reno's With Rosie - A Tables Tale Retold

 There once was a table, a beautiful, round, mission style, tiger oak, wood dining table. This table had a good home, it was well looked after and it was happy. Then something happened. The table didn't know what it had done wrong, all it knew was that it was thrown out of the house, discarded like it was just some piece of mass produced particle board junk furniture. 


They hauled it outside and threw it into an old coal shed, dirty, dusty, dry and crawling with mice and other vermin. There it sat for many years, wondering, wondering what it had done wrong. Over time, parts of it were lost, the beautiful expansion leaf, gone! Now it wasn't even complete, instead of seating 8 or ten happy people, the best it could ever do was maybe 6. 

After many years had passed, a strange thing happened, people came into the dusty old storage room and picked up the table and carried it out into the sunshine and clear air, it could breathe again!

The new people loaded up the old table into the back of a black rambler, a 1972 AMC Ambassador and they drove off with the table inside. It never even looked back.

The new people seemed nice, "Ronnie and Bun" they were called, sometimes Bun and sometimes Bernice, it was all so confusing for the table, but it didn't care, it was going to a new home. Maybe there would be kids!

The new man, "Ron" then did a strange and alarming thing, he started up a saw and chopped off part of the base that made the table a table, now it was a tiny little short, useless, "coffee" table and they hauled it down into the "rumpus room" with the hideous wood paneling all over the place and they put their feet up on the table. "Oh no", the table thought, "this is almost like being in the coal shed."

In time, the table became one of the family and it was happy as a coffee table, almost. When the kids grew up and got married and moved out, it was still okay because now the table was old too. When Ronnie and Bernice moved to the acreage, "leisure acres" they called the place, they took the table with them. When they got sick and moved off of the land into a condo in Westlock, one of the few things that came with them was the table.

When they finally passed away, the table was worried. Would this be the end?

But no, someone wanted the table. A good looking young-ish couple (named Doug & Rose) came and loaded it up into a mini-van and drove it back to Edmonton. "Oh oh" the table thought as it was hauled down to the basement storage room, "Is this the end?"

There were no mice this time but there was a fuzzy feline that looked at it funny, "what was that cat thinking? Was it planning something bad?"

This time the wait was short, only a few years passed before one day the lady came down and looked at the table, "my, she is looking good" the table thought to itself.

A few days later she came back again with the man, they talked and he tried to talk her out of her plan, "we have a perfectly good table" he said, "that's true, but it doesn't owe us anything and this one will be great again if you can fix it and extend the base. You can do it, can't you Dougie? You are so talented, you can do anything!"

The mans stern expression seemed to soften and he squinted in concentration at the table as she squeezed his arm and smiled winningly at her handy husband.

"It wouldn't be hard, if we got a good piece of solid oak and made a new box, we could extend it back to it's original height."

The table listened hopefully, excited that just maybe it was getting another reprieve!

The man and woman went away for a time and then one day, they returned. They cleared a space and rolled the table top out and carried it upstairs. The table glimpsed a fine piece of oak sitting against the wall and did some quick calculations. "Yes! Exactly enough good quality oak to rebuild the base and bring it once again back to life as a proper table, of a proper height, elbows yes, but no more feet!"

And now, the rebuilding story in pictures.


The table (as a coffee table)  at Doug & Roses gift opening in 1983
Our $50 piece of solid oak waiting in the kitchen, 
thanks Windsor Plywood!
The operation begins, "anesthetic please."
Table top #222 looks on anxiously.
Ouch, I hope I can figure out how this goes back together.

Building the extension, good old elmers glue.

Now it's back together, time for some stain.

Stained, waxed and waiting for people. 
(elbows only, no feet!)

Looking good, all oiled, waxed and happy again!

That is the story of a table that returned to life, bringing joy and happiness to one and all!

The End (or is it?)

Wednesday, January 22, 2020

It’s a Beautiful Thing


When Rose and I were first married we had a lovely little cat named Chenille. She was the first cat that I ever cohabitated with and I enjoyed (almost) all of Chenille’s cat behavior as Rose and I “parented” our cat together.

We must have driven our friends crazy as they talked to us of their kids and the cute things that they were doing as they reached various developmental milestones. So often our natural response was “that’s just like our cat Chenille, she does that too!”

When you don’t have small kids around, your pet becomes just like a kid to you. Everything that your cat or dog does seems so endearing in the absence of a little human in your life (and sometimes even when you are lucky enough to have both).

Later we had kids of our own and realized how silly (and annoying) it is when people compare their pets to your kids! But hey, we did it too, we get it.
Now we have a granddaughter (Juniper Jewell) and we have stumbled onto a very curious thing. Shhhhh!






I don’t know if I have developed a very selective memory over the years about being a parent or maybe I’m just turning into a great big softy. But there is definitely something very, very special about being a grandparent and the relationship that is possible with a grandbaby.




I say possible because like any relationship, one with a grandchild takes a lot of work and is definitely a big investment in time, energy, money and emotional currency. It’s a short term investment sometimes as you monkey around with a toddler trying like heck to coax a smile or laugh out of them.



And it’s a long term investment as well when you struggle to get them to eat something that they may not like, but you do it because that’s what they need. They don’t know any better, they’re babies! And discipline in particular is not fun, we’re not looking forward to that particular (NO!) stage of development!


But there is something incredibly beautiful about just….being there….loving them…..caring for them…..listening to them…..reading to them…..sharing your interests with them…..helping them any way you can.




You don’t have to be an expert in parenting/grand parenting or have a lot of money to make a difference in their life. You just have to be there for them and show them that you care. You have to make yourself available in a very accessible way, preferably on the floor if you can manage it!

Fortunately Rose and I have more time on our hands these days being within shouting distance of retirement, “HELLO RETIREMENT, DON’T RUN AWAY, WE”RE COMING!”

As an added bonus, being ready, willing and able to help out our daughter and her husband with Juniper (Junie) when they need help or a break, or she’s not well enough to go to daycare or whatever else they need has also helped to draw us closer to them.

Parenting can be hard and fortunately we’ve been able to help out from time to time and we recently started looking after Junie one day a week when Kait went back to work when Junie was eleven months old.

We had Junie (J, JJ, June, Juno) today and I just couldn’t stop looking at her and patting her and rubbing her back and playing with her and walking her around and thinking just how much I (we) love her! And how very, very lucky we are to have her in our lives and to be able to spend so much time with her, helping her to grow and learn and develop as she should.

And after she goes home and every other day as well, we pray for her, for her future, that she would thrive and grow and have opportunities and always be loved and cherished and that she in turn would be kind to others.

I see how much Rose loves her and how good she is with her, how available and caring and all of the other things I mentioned earlier and I get all teary eyed and think how lucky I am to have such a great wife. And I see Rose watching me and how much fun Junie and I have together and how much I love that little munchkin’ and Rose gets all teary eyed and says nice things to me.  And sometimes I see Kait smiling when she hears me call Junie my little “sweet potato” and I know she loves to see us together, being a family.

She’s a fortunate little girl to have parents who love her and grandparents on both sides who love her and aunties who love her and even a cousin (Leon) who I’m sure loves her in his own little guy way and even with all of this crazy love everywhere flowing Junie wise, I feel like we are truly the lucky ones!

That kid is a serious blessing in our lives!


Friday, June 12, 2015

Renos with Rosie - News Bulletin: Bigfoot spotted in Campground!

Here I am laying around with our cat Missy out on the driveway in “Mr. Big”, our 1985 17 ' Bigfoot fiberglass trailer, the two of us are listening to some tunes on our new Bose Bluetooth speaker and while Missy prowls around exploring, I get to do a little writing. How sweet is that?

Over the last few weeks we've been busy getting everything ready for our first actual camping adventure and it's been a lot of work and a lot of fun. The painting was a big job but it has made a huge difference. Going from the 1970s rec room fake wood paneling to a clean modern look with just about everything painted out in white has been huge!

Rose's new fashion accessory, wonder if it will catch on?
In the middle of painting
Me doing the finicky stuff




My lovely wife Rose did her usual magic and reupholstered the seat cushions in a nice, hard wearing gray fabric with piping and zippers and all of that fancy stuff. She started off trying to sew them from some cheaper orange fabric that looked like a steal at $2 a yard but soon realized that it was not going to work. So instead of the orange with floral accents that I showed you in the last post, we now have gray and yellow.

She also whipped up some curtains in a nice gray and white stripe and ordered a fancy custom made shaped rod to fit the 3 front windows so the curtains bunch up nicely in the corners and stay out of the way.

Of course nothing is ever simple so I had to adjust the rod a bit, but being a big time professional installer of window coverings, I pulled a rabbit out of the hat and made it work, with no grumbling!
(Hardly any)



Part of the new curtains project involved sewing and installing them on the cat commode that we built for Missy under one of the beds. This deluxe VIP (very important pussycat) area also has a new floor finished in the same wood look vinyl planks that the rest of the trailer got. It looks great and we haven’t received any complaints from the occupant……yet. 

Private VIP - Cat Commode



After all of the various necessary but superficial appearance work was done, I figured I had better get busy on finding a vehicle to pull Mr. Big around with. Now that we have a "Two bed, two bath, 112 Sq. Ft. trailer" ready to roll, poor old Jimmy just isn’t up to the task anymore.

New vinyl plank flooring over top of old lino

Ready for the road.

Over the last few weeks we thought about it as we hunted through zillions of ads on Kijiji and Auto Trader and after vacillating back and forth between a pickup and an SUV we finally settled on a 2004 GMC Envoy with 158,000 km on it, practically new!


I can’t believe the shape this thing is in, it’s absolutely immaculate! It’s rated to tow around 5000 lb. so it should do okay with Mr. Big’s dry weight of 1850 lbs. We decided to name him “The Boss” and he seems to be happy with that, the only one who’s allowed to push (pull) around Mr. Big is The Boss, makes sense, right?

The Boss and Mr. Big at Moose Lake

After picking up The Boss I set about figuring out exactly what I needed for a hitch and trailer brakes. Everyone I talked to said, “GET AN ANTI-SWAY BAR!” My dilemma was that my trailer is light and I don’t need a big giant expensive hitch.

Not to be defeated by lack of information or experience with this sort of thing, I determined to search the internet and behold! There is indeed an adapter plate that mounts over the hitch, and the ball that comes with the anti-sway bar bolts right to it, I got it at “The Hitch House” and it works perfectly and saved me over $300! 

Sway bar mounted on hitch adapter


I also bought a trailer brake controller, mounted it on The Boss and Voila, now I have trailer brakes. Of course when I went to head out for a weekend foray to Moose Lake for a Men’s retreat, they locked up and the tires made distressing skidding noises, drat! 

I figured I would drive around the block and fiddle with the brake controller and sure enough, now they seem to be fine, although I will probably have to take it in and have all of the undercarriage stuff checked out before any other long trips.

So far everything has gone pretty well, the drive to Moose Lake was almost uneventful, I did have to stop and fix the latch on the storage compartment after it swung open on the highway but a couple of turns of the wrench and it was good to go.

The only other hiccup was clipping a rough approach at Franchere Bay store and bending the step mount a bit, “oops!.” I kicked it back into place however and now it’s as good as new. Now I know that there are low things hanging down under the trailer, who knew?!

I’ve enjoyed picking the brain of the guys who have trailering experience and I’ve learned a lot, including the fact that hauling a trailer adds about 50% to the cost of your gas, ouch! 

When I got home from Moose Lake, I answered many, many, many questions from Rose about what it was like camping in Mr. Big and it was soon decided that we needed to go for a trip together. Apparently hearing about my experiences at Moose Lake are not quite the same as being there. We also wanted to try out a short trip, not too far from home to see how Missy makes out spending an extended period in Mr. Big.

We decided on an overnight trip to Pembina River Provincial Park, just an hour West of Edmonton. Over the years we’ve visited the picnic area many times but never camped overnight so we decided it would be a good test of our ability as a family, (Mom, Dad and geriatric cat) to cohabitate in about a 112 sq. ft. space for a couple of days.

So far, so good! We managed to get out here, get parked, and get settled in with only a minor kerfuffle over setting up the awning, I hope that gets easier over time, it was definitely a bit of a hassle! 

It must have sounded something like this to an observer, “Hold this here, OUCH, my fingers are pinched, don’t let that arm go out too far, drat, you let the arm go too far, move that back, stand here, tighten that knob, no, the other knob……growl, grumble, etc. etc. etc.
Parked at Pembina River Provincial Park
Enjoying our first meal in Mr. Big!


It turns out that it’s a beautiful campground with lot’s of nice riverside trails, tons of wild roses and lovely songbirds singing their hearts out. We went for a nice walk, read our books for a while, cooked some corn, potatoes and pork chops on the BBQ and had a lovely evening playing checkers. After it got dark we set up our little 15” tv-dvd combo and watched “Stranger than Fiction” one of our favourite movies while cuddled up on the couch with Missy beside us.

Of course cats being cats, Missy decided to crawl in behind the water tank in a tiny little cavity and basically disappeared for an hour. Rose was rushing around in a panic looking in overhead cabinets, the fridge and inside pots and pans as if somehow Missy could have become half her size and a lot more spry and jumped into impossible places. I calmly told her that there was only one place she could be and not to worry, she would come out when she was ready.


Of course that was “not good enough Joe” so she had me move the cushions and lift the cover and sure enough, what do I see but two wide cat eyes staring back at me. We left the cover off but she was happy as a clam in there and Rose eventually lifted her out.
Missy's hidey hole

The one other fly in the ointment, (bone of contention) is the ongoing saga of the "Ottoman wars". It started when Rose brought home an attractive but completely impractical yellow rope poof, whatever the heck that is! My first (and continuous) reaction was “this thing’s got to go!”

I rarely get my way, but I convinced her  that being round, it just might present a hazard to everyone but especially the cat, in a trailer designed to move. Yes it is a cat palace, but a rolling one! It also looked very expensive, (not that cost is an object when decorating palaces.

Eventually, she returned it and came home with a slightly less ridiculous alternative that I would still dearly love to get rid of. Unfortunately, the girls are sticking together on this one and Missy voted with Rose to keep it.

Missy votes with Rose to keep the cube thing that I have decided to love.


So there you have it, a 17' Bigfoot has been spotted in the woods, and everything worked out just fine, thanks for reading!

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