Sunday activities

People would pay good money to cover themselves like this!


Not sure if they'd pay for this, though




Roof is on, as are steps on the porches!

I think of this as the tower side

What a beautiful septic field, it's huge!

view from the septic field, it was a gorgeous day as well.

This will be screened in soon enough.

We have the key

The Doors and windows are all in.

The windows include our two reclaimed lead glass windows in the upper stairway and the half circle above the large windows.

We sat under our new porch in a rainstorm and stayed dry.

Septic field and tank below the ground awaiting inspection before it can be filled with dirt and grass planted.

Doors, Windows in and roof is on the way

Electrical roughed in among other things...

Plumbing is also roughed in. The work that needed to be done before the walls were in is done.

A Vision

I am struck by a vision that I had early Saturday morning while on an invigorating but exhausting miles long mountain bike ride around the base of a 1000 foot peak. I was on an ATV trail that I had not been on before. My goal was to go around the mountain, and the trail was incredibly wet, hilly and much of the time consisted of inclines of softball sized scree. What’s worse, I was being chased by biting deer flies. I could not take my hands off of my handlebars long enough to swat them off of my back much of the time. A little over halfway around the mountain I looked ahead. I was on an easier bit, a relaxing slow dirt downhill. I saw far in front of me a long, wooden footbridge. There are other footbridges on the trails, and they are fun to cross. The mountain streams are beautiful and clear. This bridge looked especially long, and appeared more as a suspension bridge, like one that would cross a long span, very high up. I was excited to see the bridge ahead, and more excited to cross it, imagining the steep terrain on both sides. I wanted to see what was on the other side, as well as experience being on the bridge, as opposed to the rocky trail I was riding over. I saw the bridge clearly ahead of me. When I got closer, however, I realized that what I was looking at was not a wooden footbridge at all. Rather, the span was an incredibly intense beam of sunlight in the woods, striking in its bright clarity against the dark trees. It charged down to the earth from a gap in the dense branches above. It was still a bridge that I saw, but this one went from this earth to the heavens. I rode my bike directly through the beam, hoping to be baptized by its intensity. I cried “beam me up!” with true desire as I rode through, wishing I could cross something, either a bridge from one side to another, or travel a beam from this world to another.

I am always looking for an adventure, and this cabin journey is most definitely that. When the porches went on and the windows and doors installed this week, it was clear that the divide had been crossed. We now own two homes. May the cabin be a mast.