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Did you have a good Saturday?

Did you have a good Saturday?  We did! It was a nice quiet day for us here in our new neighborhood.  While Gary was finishing up the outside set-up, I was finally getting started my Year Nineteen memory book!
It’s always quite an overwhelming concept to start this project as I have to take the 3265 (give or take a dozen or two) pictures I have taken during those 12 months and whittle them down and organize them into a picture book that I can actually afford. So after a good long walk down memory lane, I managed to gather 288 pictures that seemed to represent those twelve months. And then the real work began!
Three hours later…..
I was halfway through September.
How do you eat an elephant? One bite at a time!

Chomp.

Mondays are for Memories

It was in October of 2004 that we did our first SOWER project. It was at a small Christian school in Vienna, Georgia – and those memories will always be precious to us. The school is now closed, and we have not been back that way in many years. One of our favorite excursions while there was our trip to Providence Canyon State Park – Georgia’s Little Grand Canyon. We still recommend that park to friends if we know they are heading to Georgia.
I didn’t seem so very wordy back 19 years ago – so, here it is – short and sweet!

Georgia’s Little Grand Canyon
October 10, 2004

OK, so it’s not THE Grand Canyon, but for Georgia it was pretty impressive. We took the 3 mile hike that went into the canyon itself and got to walk along the creek beds that formed these canyons.



Tuesday

Here it is, the third day of October. The third day of my attempt at doing a post a day during October. Since I don’t feel like I have enough pictures to share about the work we’re doing this month, I was stumped about what to write about. So I typed “Tuesday” into my Flickr account to see what might give me some inspiration. And what should pop up but a Tuesday back in 2009 when we were in Chicken, Alaska!
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“Chicken is a tiny unincorporated village in Southeast Fairbanks Census Area, Alaska. It is a community founded on gold mining, and is one of the few surviving gold rush towns in Alaska. The population was 12 at the time of the 2020 census, up from 7 in 2010.” Wikipedia
And from a different website
The story goes that Ptarmigan (now the Alaska State Bird) were prevalent in the area, and supplied a crucial food source for miners in the early days. When the town got its post office and was incorporated in 1902 the name Ptarmigan was proposed. However, there were concerns that it was too difficult to spell. Luckily, the Ptarmigan has a strong resemblance to Chicken, and everyone knows how to spell Chicken.
That’s the story they told us too! We had a lovely overnight in this little town that basically consists of two gift shop/RV Parks,
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three cafes (or reasonable facsimiles),
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a post office
Chicken PO
and apparently (according to the 2020 census) 12 fulltime residents!
We have such wonderful memories of that Alaskan Adventure! It truly was a trip of a lifetime. And our Tuesday in Chicken (with our travel buddies, the Stoners and the Carpers) was memorable indeed!
Chicken goodbyes

If you’d like to see the original post from that Tuesday 14 (!!!) years ago, you can check it out HERE!

Mondays are for Memories – That First Cabin Post

Since it’s Monday, and I often do a “Memory” post on these first days of the week, I thought I’d look back to find my very first post about the cabin! It was in September of 2004 – just a month after we started off on this great adventure! There have been some changes here at The Cabin since that post almost 19 years ago – but the sentiment remains the same!

The Cabin – 09/07/2004

Have I told you about the Cabin? It’s a small one-room cabin built by my grandfather in the 1930s. He was the town doctor up here in Bradford, Vermont, and needed a little getaway that wasn’t too far from town. The Cabin, built on the foundation of an old farming settlement about 8 miles outside of town, is on about 100 acres on Wright’s Mountain (elevation 1800 ft+/-). Growing up I remember the cows that wandered through the fields on the way to their upper pasture (and watching out for the cow plops that dotted the grass), the two gas lights that were the only illumination other than candles, and the chemical toilet bucket that my father would ever so carefully carry through the cabin to be disposed of in some unknown (to me) location. The water was hand pumped from the well and the kids were the beasts of burden to get it to the Cabin. There’s a small pond where we would swim and catch salamanders, frogs and fish. Trust me, there’s nothing like a fresh-caught trout for breakfast! Electricity came in the 1960s along with the Destroilet ( a gas toilet – but that’s an entire other story!). A loft was added to accommodate the next generation (as in my kids and my siblings’ kids), and now we even have running water – well, it’s to the shed anyway! The Destroilet died several years ago, and we moved to the good old-fashioned outhouse. It’s a two-holer with all the amenities ~ a magazine rack, pretty curtains, and scented candles.
The Cabin is where I go to re-fuel emotionally and spiritually. The scenery has changed only in the addition of a few houses on the hillside and the growth of new trees. Maybe these pictures will help explain the special qualities of this family gem –

Here is my favorite view – with the cabin reflected in the pond (I know, I know, Lara – I take it every year…but there are little changes every year, honest!)

This is the view from the back porch –

And this is the view from the back porch when we eat dinner…

We took a drive to one of the hills in the above “view from the back porch” to see if we could see the cabin. Well folks, if you look really hard you can see a tiny dot in the middle of this picture – and that my friends is the cabin. And that is also why we feel free to leave the outhouse door open to enjoy the view when we are doing our -ahem- business!

Here is a closer view of the cabin…

OK, so this isn’t the cabin – but it was a pretty neat picture of an old cemetery and church that we came upon in our travels that I thought I’d include it!

And here we are with our friends Joe & Janet who joined us for Labor Day weekend at the Cabin. (Honest, the triple chins are from the way I’m sitting, not from all that ice cream research!)

OK – back to 2023! Those folks in the chairs are looking a bit different these days – but so is the area around that little cabin!
I took this picture yesterday – the angle is different, but I really hadn’t realized how much of the “landscaping” had changed over the years!
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…to everything there is a season…

Sunset Memories

Despite what my weather app told me last night, the cool and drizzly weather hung on today. If it crept into the 50’s, it wasn’t when I was outside. That much I know for sure. But regardless of the chill in the air, the delight of being here is not diminished one bit. And we know that brighter days are ahead! Here are some sunset memories to help you (and me!) remember what glory is waiting for us just around the bend!