Showing posts with label Bickleton. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bickleton. Show all posts

Thursday, February 4, 2016

43 days...no end in sight...







We have been "snowed out" for 43 days.  In truth, the snow isn't as bad as it was, but the roads are still bad enough that we can't take our trucks on the road to get the work done that we need to get done!


Woody took the quad up the other day...




It doesn't look too bad at first.





Then it gets a bit worse...





And a bit worse...





Oh, that looks really icky...





And then it just gets bad.


So... short story long, we are still not able to get our chores done so we can move back in.  But we can start on some of them!  Since he can get the quad in, he can do some of the lightweight chores done.  Once the truck can get up there, we can get some the heavy chores done, then we'll be able to go home!  Baby steps!

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Cat on a bird!

Originally I was thinking this was a cat on a hot tin roof.  But it's about 30 degrees out, and technically the cat isn't even on the metal portion of the roof.  

But interestingly enough, this is the Bluebird Inn tavern (here in bustling downtown Bickleton).  So therefore, we have a cat on a bird!  (Kitty model = Skittles)


Monday, January 25, 2016

The Latest

Woody and the Jeep folk made it up to the cabin yesterday!!!  It wasn't too hard for the jeeps, but Woody doesn't think we'll be able to get our heavy rigs up there any time soon...  Here is the latest and greatest pic!!  There is still quite a bit of snow, even though the jeeps are sitting on top.  There's about 18 inches or so!


Friday, January 8, 2016

The Original Tiny Home?

I always think of words that end in ~ette~ as being diminutive:

Kitchenette
Vignette
Cobette (little mini corn cobs from KFC, lol)

In truth, the suffix ~ette~ means:
1.  small.
2.  female.
3.  imitation.

In sticking with the diminutive theme, how about a "Homette"?



Yes, the original tiny home!!!  Before there were Tumbleweeds, before there was Tiny House Nation, or tiny this & that; there was the Homette.  This is where we are living temporarily while we wait for snow to melt and things to dry out.  The supreme irony of it is that our temporary tiny home is about three times the size of The Broken Badger!  


As usual, we are super thankful for having the chance to stay here.  It's pretty cool actually, given the age of this little single wide... some previous owners did some remodeling - vinyl windows, drywall, french doors, a mud room & a deck...makes it exceptionally livable!  I was quite pleasantly surprised!  


It's just a little reminder that you can rework old things to make them usable, instead of throwing them away.  Reduce, recycle, REUSE!  (You know, as an aside... I never thought I would be the kind of person that used that phrase, LOL!)

Wednesday, December 23, 2015

This just got serious...

Geez.  It's only been 10 days since my last post about challenges.  They just keep coming at us like waves.  Yesterday was our greatest challenge so far.  Walking away from the cabin.  Here's the view as I said goodbye to The Broken Badger.




So what happened?  Well, here is the account of the epic journey:

We have abandoned ship. We really weren't as well prepared as we needed to be, then a bunch of different circumstances came together into the perfect storm, and we couldn't overcome. We decided on Monday (21st) that we had to come out. It was Woody's 5 day weekend, and we had actually made a trip out to the Tri-Cities on Saturday with the GMC (and the dogs, of course). It was dicey, but still doable. Then a big storm came. With the new snow we had about 2 feet at the cabin, plus the drifting, and weren't sure what the road would look like up top. We were fairly sure that Woody could barrel out in the old ford (since it's mainly downhill), but also fairly sure that he wouldn't be back for 3 weeks.
And that would be fine, right? After all, that is what I had planned for and I've probably got 4 months worth of food up there. I could stretch it to 6 months if I worked at it. We're still waiting on the pump, so without Woody hauling water, I would have to use my emergency water and melt snow, but that's fine, too. But ya know what? I didn't have enough firewood.
Because of the burn bans and the complete forest shutdown because of the fire risk, we didn't get in a boatload of firewood like we should have. Shoot, I think the shutdown actually ran through September. So we have been piecemealing our firewood supply together as we could. We would drop a tree and get it into rounds, and up to the house and I would split it while Woody was at work. Unfortunately, once the roads started to get worse, he couldn't haul those bigger loads - just smaller ones. And once the concept of him not being able to get back in at all came up... well, that was it. Our 'redundancy' was sorely lacking. Due to living IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FOREST, I never planned on being OUT of firewood, so my propane backup was a little more than a weeks worth of emergency stock. And 3 out of 4 of our generators have gone tits up this year (including our new one!!!) so any thoughts of using a space heater for emergency were gone as well (even if I wasn't depending on Woody for hauling the gasoline in for them...).
And our quad broke. And the snowmobile has an 'issue'. It runs, but is less dependable than it should be. And Woody's number one chainsaw broke. And and and....
So anyway, we decided to come out on Tuesday. We were lucky enough that one of our friends from town (with a Jeep) had the day off and was happy to come out and break trail for us. So we loaded up the GMC with a few weeks worth of stuff, bedding, clothes and dogs, and started off once they got there. We made it about 15 feet. He hooked on and tried to pull us out, but we had already dug it in pretty good and no amount of tugging was going to help at that point. So we unloaded the truck to the jeep, made about 3 trips with our stuff up the hill, and loaded it into the old ford. We walked up the hill... who's bloody idea was that??? Then sent back the jeep one more time for some booze. (BECAUSE.)


So off we go. Even with the trail being broken - it was epic. Epic, epic, epic. We were just trying to keep up momentum so we didn't get stuck, the old ford was bouncing like a monkey on crack, we were BLASTING through drifts 3 - 4 feet high, throwing snow rooster tails over the cab of the truck, I was clutching the dogs for dear life (sleeping dogs, really???), when Woody wasn't pooping his pants he was trying to deny he was kind of having fun.... Epic.
The Jeep had to tug us out once, but over all the downhill/momentum plan worked out. Shoot, did I mention we had 2 teenagers in the bed of the truck for the ride out? Fricking country kids, tough as nails.
Crashed at our friends house for a couple days, where poor little Buddy got attacked by their heeler (not bad enough for vet, thank goodness), and there was a ham incident. Now we are holed up in a single wide in a neighboring community.
So anyway, that is our sad, sad story. By the way - this community is amazing. I don't think there is anywhere else in the world like it. It's a fricking gem.

Walking to the post office in downtown Bickleton!

Saturday, December 12, 2015

Challenges!

I always maintained that I was looking forward to getting snowed in and not being able to leave the cabin for a while.  And I prepared (at least food-wise) for it.  The locals laughed. 

~~ "Oh honey - snow isn't a problem, you can drive on it until you can snowmobile on it, no problems.  It's the transition seasons that get you... fall and spring, when things are wet.  You can't drive on the mud."~~

Being a jeep girl long ago, I ignored their warnings, assuming they just couldn't drive in mud.  I WAS WRONG.

The dirt here is a monster of another caliber.  Remember how I've mentioned that we don't really have any dirt?  Just a bit of rock mixed with some dirt before it's straight up rock? Ha.  I WAS WRONG.  

Our driveway.  Rock solid.  Couldn't dig down 2 inches if I try.  Get a little moisture - okay, a bit slick on top. Get a little more moisture - well, a little rough, but doable.  Get a little more moisture - oh no, we're sinking in 2 FEET of mud!!!  Where did the mud come from if there is no dirt? Where???



We did manage to get the truck out.  I thought we might have to wait until spring when the ground firmed back up again, but we pulled her out.  Everything here is a learning curve.  Just life in the out yonder!

Friday, November 20, 2015

A beautiful morning!

Amazing how peaceful everything looks in the sun...





Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

First Snow

Meh.  Not sure if I'm excited about this or not.


Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Immense Gorgeousness

There was just no way to catch the gorgeousness of this space & time. Early am sun melting the frost into a million shimmering droplets of light.



Sunday, June 12, 2011

History of the little town of Bickleton

I just love this article about Bickleton:


Maybe one day we will have a movie theater and butcher shop again!



Saturday, April 2, 2011

Take Off!

I love that it is nice and breezy in Bickleton.  I think Cammie likes it, too..

Cammie, ready for take off


Thursday, March 31, 2011

So why "The Broken Badger?"

When we first bought our property in Bickleton, we went exploring.  We had fallen in love so instantly with the property when we first saw it, that we bought it before we explored it much (shoot, 3 years later there are still areas I've never seen....)  We travelled all the roads and walked some of the property lines.  Traversed the fields and crossed the draws.  Wait... what is that?  We found 3 large holes.  Two in the forested draws and one ontop of a mound in the field.  They were burrow like and about 8-10 inches across.  I have no idea how deep they were, as there was no way I was getting close enough to find out!!  Who knows what could be down there.  Well, after some research and talking to the locals, we have come to the conclusion that it must be badgers.




Badgers are mean.  I mean, they are just trying to get along, just like the rest of us, but they happen to do it in a rather fiesty way.  Which is exactly why we will try to give them a wide berth.  Luckily, they tend to have a very wide range and will go from burrow to burrow as they range.  Unless this guy spend winter in one of the burrows on our property, s/he will probably only be with us a few times a year.  Our biggest badger concern revolves around the dog.  As fate would have it, we have a dachshund.  They were originally bred to go after badgers.  Great.  Of course, our little baby is a mini-dachshund, so she is much smaller than the standard 20 plus pound dog that is the true badger dog.  But don't tell her that!  She thinks she is a 300 pound guard dog - and a hunter.  She will stick her nose into any little hole in the yard trying to get ahold of whatever rodent may have been in there.  It's her job, it's in her blood, it's what she does. 

On to the name "Broken Badger."  Since badgers are always on our minds when we are at the property, it should come as no surprise that I would start naming things after them.  We have been periodically working on a cabin up there for the last couple years.  One of the times that Woody was diligently banging away on the cabin, I went a'wandering.  When I looked back at the cabin, it just struck me - its name is The Broken Badger.  (Yes - I often have these random "this is how it is" thoughts.)  I began to have images of our friends from town saying, "Hey, let's go see Shae and Woody up at the Broken Badger!"  Okay, that might be pushing it, but still, the cabin has a name!




The Broken Badger