It has been a while since I have taken the time to type a note, no excuse other than I have been very busy here at the cabin.
Garden is choking on zucchinis which, despite being prolific and healthy, bring me almost to the point of nausea—way too many. I have a food grade 5 gallon bucket in the fridge (yes, I have electricity) filled with apple cider vinegar, dill, and habanero peppers that I unceremoniously dump chunks of zucchini and cukes in. As other excess veggies come from my garden, they will also find their way into the bucket. Our forebearers used this technique for generations, and at some point, I will fill you in on the well-known character Johnny Appleseed, but later. Nothing is wasted here, and everything will end up in a pot at some time or another.
Other points of interests: I promised Frank, one of my favorite readers, photos of my wood-fired hot tub. I am not very tech savvy but will attempt to include a couple of photos with a few comments. As you can see, the heart of this hot tub is a wood-fired boiler I purchased cheap from a miner in Negaunee for $100. This long-retired behemoth was languishing in this guy’s cellar. The only stipulation I required from the miner, who was thrilled to get a $100 for this idled hunk of scrap metal, was that he had to help get this monster up the steep and narrow stairs from his basement to my pickup truck. I enlisted my teenage son, and the three of us, grunting and groaning, finally got this damn thing in my truck.
It may be of some interest to those of you who are mechanically inclined, (which I am not) but at this point in time I had no proof that my crazy idea would work as a source of heat for my proposed hot tub. I digress, but some of you might remember from a sixth-grade history class about Fulton’s Folly, but if not, look it up.
The next issue I needed to resolve was what to use as the tub itself. A trip to the nearest Tractor Supply store was roughly 60 miles away, but worth the trip, as I scored a very durable 300-gallon, heavy-duty vinyl cow trough for around $200 bucks. When I got back to the cabin, with some help from a couple of local kids, we assembled all of the necessary parts in the backyard and fired it up. IT WORKED!!!!
Later, I had a local contractor build an insulated cedar box around this whole affair, as I hope you can see from the photo. As a sidenote, because it doesn’t require electricity to function, I do not have any noisy and obnoxious jets on the tub to contend with, just the relative silence of ice clinking in my brandy snifter and the entrancing light from the stars above.
Thanks for your continued interest—until next time,
As the war in Europe engulfs the world, I have to remind myself how fortunate we are in this country to have a relatively stable democracy. While the Democrats and Republicans sometimes appear to behave like children, at least they rarely descend to fisticuffs, or worse yet. I enjoy the peace of nature here and try to keep a mental equilibrium after my daily dose of news, but I have found that difficult of late. I am not religious by any means, but I hope for the best first for the Ukrainian people, and secondly, for the soldiers on both sides. I believe strongly there are no winners in war, regardless of the outcome. Nuff' said.
The snow is piled deep around the cabin and the private road leading to the cabin is quite narrow now from the snowplow piling the white stuff alongside the road. If we get any more significant snow fall, I will have to hire a payloader to push back the banks, which could be a chunk of change.
One of the readers of a previous letter enquired about my being at the cabin for the winter as I had stated earlier that I was going to go south this winter with my sailboat and spend the winter basking in sunlight. Well, obviously that didn’t happen and all of you are due an explanation. First, the necessary repairs on the sailboat weren’t complete prior to the first big snowfall which pretty much stopped that project and left the sailboat in a pile of drifts. Second, as you all know Covid 19 was ripping through the country, and I chose not to risk getting sick in another state far from my cabin. I also had no insurance coverage other than Medicare, which was a factor too. At the cabin I only have minimal contact with humans so my chance of getting Covid were less an issue than if I was stuck in a large city. Thanks to all of you for enquiring and I hope that explanation settles that question.
You will see below a photo of my sailboat, The Silent Mistress, in her winter wardrobe for your pleasure.
Greetings one and all:
Been a tough week. Without getting too personal I had to attend a family funeral downstate, I am still grieving. What is there about ritual, in this case a funeral service, that I feel comforted by, despite my atheism. Simplistically, grief needs healing and the ritual surrounding death seems to quiet the suffering soul. I guess, despite my atheism, I sensed that those who gathered for the service transcended what we would think of as ordinary life. Enough of that, I am being too reflective, I think.
I always cringe going south over the Big Mac Bridge, it is as if I am headed in the wrong direction on a one-way street. Generally, when I return from downstate, as most all Uppers call the down under, I feel a great sense of relieve. I know that many folks might think I am tilted a little off center, but I believe the air is purer here and the water cleaner and more refreshing. I’d call the U.P. God’s country, but you already know how I feel about that moniker.
ON DUST; Shifting to a different topic. While I heat with wood primarily, I do have a backup gas wall heater that kicks on when I stay out too late at the bar and the fire in the woodstove peters out. The woodstove, with a glass front, creates a delightful ambiance and a wonderful radiant heat, HOWEVER, the cabin gets very dusty and needs more attention than I care to give it. So, consequentially, I am seeking a lovely lady that doesn’t mind dusting. LOL.
Well, that is about it for this update.
Take care everyone,
Hello Friends and Readers,
Sometimes winter seems like a long haul up a steep trail. Walked up the hill the other morning to meet the new guy I hired to plow the road, it was way below zero and blustery, in other words damn cold. I am plowed out now so I made a trip to the small general store a dozen miles from the cabin for necessary supplies (groceries and, of course brandy).
Had to buy a load of firewood recently as the supply I had needed replenishment. It burns but is green as they say up here. I couldn’t get to my regular supply of wood due to the snow depth, ass deep in the yard.
My sailboat lies brooding, I think, with a large canvas tarp covering her. As you might remember I had a naming contest last fall and the winner, James Dunn, from Baudette Minnesota chose the appropriate name, The Silent Mistress. Good choice Jim. Oh, for the curious, the sailboat is the only mistress at camp. Damn….
Bought a family package of chicken wings and used an antique wire grill and cooked the critters in the woodstove, some were a touch blackened, but I like ‘em that way.
Well, I will sign off, hope all is well out there. Remember to post comments if you like, and if you are bashful feel free to write, and I will be sure to reply.
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It's been a long time since I have posted on my website, I suppose this warrants an explanation. I will give it a try.
In my life, often the beginning of something important starts in the middle, kind of ironic I guess. I recently got divorced after being with my mate for roughly 27 years. There is no benefit to either party to finger point. In my mind, the truth seems to be that the word erosion seems the most appropriate.
I am now living in my cabin full time and that is one benefit of this difficult year that I can point to as a blessing. With the advent of my new life I gave up my ownership of my dog, Blue, to my former mate. This has added to my grief but I will get over this at some point.
I have been resurrecting my old 25' O'day sailboat with help from a young lad that lives near here and an electrician and a carpenter. All with the intention of hauling her to Madisonville, Louisiana for the winter where I hope to live in her for the cold months and to return to my cabin late Spring. This migration is similar to the waterfowl around here and in this sense makes this migration seem natural to me.
I will now have more time for my website that you are reading and to also focus on my other website Silver Mountain Press (see www.silver-mountain-press.myshopify.com), where products associated with my writing will be for sale to support my new nomadic lifestyle.
Well, time to sign off. Please take the time to visit me soon.
Hello from the Cabin,
The loons have been quite active on the lake. At sunset the tremolo of their calls echoes hauntingly across the water. I am pleased they choose this lake to visit for a while. It is an unmistakable call and can be quite beautiful to hear in the early morning as the mist rises.
My best guess is that the loons do not like the tannin color of my lake as they are unable to see the shimmering fish through the dark colored water. They do not eat algae as fish, frogs, etc. are their mainstay diet.
They migrate through here but to the best of my knowledge do not nest on this shallow lake. Guess they don’t like the shallow water either.
I want to let you all know that my two short stories, “Requiem for Ernie” and “A Dog Named Bunny” are now in print in the April issue of "U.P. Reader". You are welcome to get your own copy at: https://silver-mountain-press.myshopify.com
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I look forward to discussing these stories with you and ideas for future stories.
May you all have a wonderful spring and enjoy the nature around you wherever you are.
Today is the day I announce the winner of the “Boat Naming Contest”.
The envelope please. And the winner is, Jim Dunn from Minnesota for entering the name “Silent Mistress”. Jim will be receiving a free signed copy of the U.P. Reader wherein my two short stories “Requiem for Ernie” and “A Dog Named Bunny” are printed. Congratulations, Jim!
I want to thank everyone that participated in the naming contest. It was a pleasure to see all of your ideas. I enjoyed reading them all. I will be letting everyone know of further contests and updates as they come up. You can check for these updates here on my website or at my Facebook writing group, “Hilton Moore’s Writings”.
Happy Spring to one and all.
Well, Spring is here. The snow is all melted. The ice is off Gitche Gumee. The day lilies are sprouting. The birds are chirping and all the forest critters are scampering around in search of food to fill their bellies. I’m looking forward to getting the dock out in the lake and get back to working on the sailboat again as weather permits. We have had several days of rain, so far. We could use it, but it will be nice to see the sun setting on the lake again.
I have some good news I want to share with all of you. Two of my short stories, “Requiem for Ernie” and “A Dog Named Bunny” are in print and will be in the new edition of “U.P. Reader”. Online orders will be available by Monday, 4/19/2021. I will be honored to autograph the books per the customer’s preferences when purchased. Check back here for further updates and offers. I am excited to share this with you. Please leave any comments below. I look forward to hearing from you.
You may also leave comments, thoughts, or suggestions on my Facebook Group page, “Hilton Moore’s Writings”. I would love to have a conversation with you. I may also be contacted by Twitter: @HiltonMoore6, Instagram: hilton.moore.587
May you enjoy the “newness” of spring.
Hello to all you writers and aspiring writers out there.
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The snow is almost gone here at camp. I haven’t seen any robins yet, however. The chipmunks and squirrels are starting to come out of hiding. They rustle around the now bare leaves left over from last fall and chase each other with what appears to be reckless abandon. It’s as if they have a newfound sense of freedom and are just enjoying life in the wilderness. Kinda’ frisky, like teenagers, eh.
I want to pass on some news regarding the publication of my two short stories, “Requiem for Ernie” and “A Dog Named Bunny”. I have received the proofs from U.P. Reader to review and authorize for print in April. According to the publisher, the U.P Reader will be publishing these stories on April 15, 2021. I will pass along future opportunities to get your own copy. Come back to the website for further details.
I would like to invite any of you that have not yet signed up for my Writer’s group on Facebook to join in. You can find out more about my writings and join in on the conversations. The name of the group is: Hilton Everett Moore’s Writings. I look forward to seeing you all there, also. Leave a comment on this page and let me know your thoughts and ideas. I enjoy reading them and having a discussion.