Gus sleeping in the loft. When word reached the kids that we were heading to the property for the weekend, they scrabbled to find alternatives. Wyatt scored and found a friend to foster him for a night. But by Friday night with the numbers on the phone just about worn away from the pad, a crying Gus came upstairs. He was upset because the sleepover plans fell through and now he "had to go to the property." I told him to call a friend to take with him. The first kid he talked to jumped at the chance, and was promptly dropped off at 10:00 a.m. on Saturday morning. By the time we left the house an hour later, they were both gearing up and talking about what to do.
This was going to be a "fun" weekend, no compressor, wood, or chopsaw, so we loaded mattresses, bedding, warm weather gear, food, sleds, and snowmachines. Some how the chainsaw snuck its way into the truck, and I should have sensed it was trouble! The fun at the property was limited for the first 2 hours as we were busy getting everything set up. We needed firewood for both the stove inside the cabin, and we also invited friends to join us for an outside fire, grill, and snowmachine ride. Rose and Myron had their machines unloaded when we arrived at the property, and they helped us get organized. The big boys busied themselves with the wood, while us ladies cleaned up the inside and started a fire outside. Bryant messed with a sledding hill for the kids, which they used on and off the entire weekend. It wasn't long before Danalynn and Tim and their two kids joined us and we were all sitting around the fire, eating, and talking about our summer plans.
As it turned out I never did get on the snowmachine on Saturday. On Sunday, I put most of my miles on the machine pulling the kids with a tow rope around the swamp in back of the property and the other miles were racked up by hauling wood in a sled back and forth to the truck and cabin. With no real destination in my head I didn't go too far, and quite honestly, I enjoyed piddling around the cabin. About halfway through our Sunday woodcutting expedition Bryant says, "We're not really following through with our relaxing weekend are we?" Postholing through 3 feet of snow to the sled with two heavy chunks of birch in my arms, I couldn't agree more.
I guess neither of us cared too much about relaxing, because we finished up with that tree and ended up bucking enough wood for two rows in the truck to bring home and a healthy stash for the cabin. On the way home when we stopped off in Palmer to pick up Wyatt, Gus said, "Wyatt the property wasn't too bad."
The "fun weekend at the property" even received Gus's stamp of approval.
This was going to be a "fun" weekend, no compressor, wood, or chopsaw, so we loaded mattresses, bedding, warm weather gear, food, sleds, and snowmachines. Some how the chainsaw snuck its way into the truck, and I should have sensed it was trouble! The fun at the property was limited for the first 2 hours as we were busy getting everything set up. We needed firewood for both the stove inside the cabin, and we also invited friends to join us for an outside fire, grill, and snowmachine ride. Rose and Myron had their machines unloaded when we arrived at the property, and they helped us get organized. The big boys busied themselves with the wood, while us ladies cleaned up the inside and started a fire outside. Bryant messed with a sledding hill for the kids, which they used on and off the entire weekend. It wasn't long before Danalynn and Tim and their two kids joined us and we were all sitting around the fire, eating, and talking about our summer plans.
As it turned out I never did get on the snowmachine on Saturday. On Sunday, I put most of my miles on the machine pulling the kids with a tow rope around the swamp in back of the property and the other miles were racked up by hauling wood in a sled back and forth to the truck and cabin. With no real destination in my head I didn't go too far, and quite honestly, I enjoyed piddling around the cabin. About halfway through our Sunday woodcutting expedition Bryant says, "We're not really following through with our relaxing weekend are we?" Postholing through 3 feet of snow to the sled with two heavy chunks of birch in my arms, I couldn't agree more.
I guess neither of us cared too much about relaxing, because we finished up with that tree and ended up bucking enough wood for two rows in the truck to bring home and a healthy stash for the cabin. On the way home when we stopped off in Palmer to pick up Wyatt, Gus said, "Wyatt the property wasn't too bad."
The "fun weekend at the property" even received Gus's stamp of approval.
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