letter from the cabin 01-30-2022

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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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Hilton Moore
PO Box 63
Covington, MI 49919

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