Letters from the cabin 02-11-2018

It was bitter cold this past week and Saturday morning the power at camp went out. I have a freeze alarm on the water pipes that went off causing me to worry about the plumbing freezing up. Fortunately the power came back on shortly afterward. I could have fired up the trusty wood stove which I normally have cranking away both day and night but because I had to shut it down to clean out the ashes the stove was temporarily out of order. In the end it worked out fine and all is well at camp.

I walk the trails at home with Blue , my trusty English Setter, most days. It is about a three and a half mile jaunt. We have been walking every day despite the frigid temperatures. The woods seem quite still in winter but that is just the fault of unconscious hearing. On my daily walk I hear chickadees chirping, iridescent black crows cawing in the early morning light, and the hollow tapping of the downy woodpeckers looking for bugs in well chiseled dead trees. My footsteps on the winter path make a loud scrunching on the frozen trail. By the way for you English Major types, the word scrunching is what is normally referred to as an onomatopoeia;  which in layman's terms is a word that sounds much like the word it is associated with. Several examples  are: crack; sizzle and cuckoo.

I will be away from camp most of this next week as we are going on a mini-vacation but I will post again on Sunday or Monday. I look forward to writing these letters and hope you enjoy reading them as well.

Till next time,
Hilton Everett Moore