Well..hello there.
One time I built a cabin in Alaska--this is the view from there. I don't own it anymore, and it has totally been rebuilt--but I have a lot of very cool memories. I bought it for $18,000--built the place--and sold it four years later for 28k. It was heavily wooded then, and you couldn't see the bay, but after I sold it a spruce bark beetle infestation took all the trees. This added a shitload of wind and this view.
I was just fine without the view, because my woods were completely magical. They had about 6 to 8 inches of sphagnum moss and were absolutely thick with 2' diameter spruce (and spruce grouse). I was about a half mile away from a state forest tract to my south and about a 15 minute walk through a berry bog to the beach. The beach itself was bordered by hundred or so foot cliffs and, in my immediate section of beach, strewn with petrified wood chips the size of car tires.
I had a little valley to my east, and a stream ran down itmagically disappearing into the ground here and there and then re-appearing the form of a mysteriously bubbling pond, or just a hole in the moss with water running through it.
I had a mother moose that lived on my property and gave birth to twin calves (which by the way, are very fucking cool to watch haul ass through the woods chasing their horse-plus-plus sized mom). I think my second fondest fucking memory of Alaska (brace yourself) was sitting in my outhouse, which didnt even have a door, watching that moose walk her calves 15 feet in front of me in a light snow storm on a Sunday morning.
My neighbors included Irwin Raven, the lawyer that once proved that marijuana possession was protected by the Alaskan constitution.
Yule Kilcher was my east bordering neighbor, but he had a pretty god-damn big chunk of land, so he was a ways east. The buffer between my house and his was in fact a 600 acre wildlife preserve he had created (like I said, big chunk of land)
It was pretty fucking cool having him as my neighbor; as he was one of the delagates to the Alaskan constitutional convention. Yule would have a pot luck two days a week at his homestead and the sauna was always going.
Everybody went buck nekkid in the sauna including me and Yule (and some of the most beautiful women in town) Yule was a bachelor at that time (but I'm sure this practice started before he found that condition--it likely helped him find it) and that fucker made me look shabby. He was so, well, buff. This is a 60-some year old guy! Myself, I weighed $1.50 at six foot and could toss those 16 -20"' double round cut logs like matchsticks--skinny as all get out with a massively aboriginal hairdo and one shitty-assed beard (oh yes, it was a sight to see)
--Next week, the thrilling conclusion, which reveals my absolute favorite memory from that time. This, along with how I got the handle Tenmile and why. And maybe a picture, and yes I do have a fonder memory than me crapping in front of a moose.
One time I built a cabin in Alaska--this is the view from there. I don't own it anymore, and it has totally been rebuilt--but I have a lot of very cool memories. I bought it for $18,000--built the place--and sold it four years later for 28k. It was heavily wooded then, and you couldn't see the bay, but after I sold it a spruce bark beetle infestation took all the trees. This added a shitload of wind and this view.
I was just fine without the view, because my woods were completely magical. They had about 6 to 8 inches of sphagnum moss and were absolutely thick with 2' diameter spruce (and spruce grouse). I was about a half mile away from a state forest tract to my south and about a 15 minute walk through a berry bog to the beach. The beach itself was bordered by hundred or so foot cliffs and, in my immediate section of beach, strewn with petrified wood chips the size of car tires.
I had a little valley to my east, and a stream ran down itmagically disappearing into the ground here and there and then re-appearing the form of a mysteriously bubbling pond, or just a hole in the moss with water running through it.
I had a mother moose that lived on my property and gave birth to twin calves (which by the way, are very fucking cool to watch haul ass through the woods chasing their horse-plus-plus sized mom). I think my second fondest fucking memory of Alaska (brace yourself) was sitting in my outhouse, which didnt even have a door, watching that moose walk her calves 15 feet in front of me in a light snow storm on a Sunday morning.
My neighbors included Irwin Raven, the lawyer that once proved that marijuana possession was protected by the Alaskan constitution.
Yule Kilcher was my east bordering neighbor, but he had a pretty god-damn big chunk of land, so he was a ways east. The buffer between my house and his was in fact a 600 acre wildlife preserve he had created (like I said, big chunk of land)
It was pretty fucking cool having him as my neighbor; as he was one of the delagates to the Alaskan constitutional convention. Yule would have a pot luck two days a week at his homestead and the sauna was always going.
Everybody went buck nekkid in the sauna including me and Yule (and some of the most beautiful women in town) Yule was a bachelor at that time (but I'm sure this practice started before he found that condition--it likely helped him find it) and that fucker made me look shabby. He was so, well, buff. This is a 60-some year old guy! Myself, I weighed $1.50 at six foot and could toss those 16 -20"' double round cut logs like matchsticks--skinny as all get out with a massively aboriginal hairdo and one shitty-assed beard (oh yes, it was a sight to see)
--Next week, the thrilling conclusion, which reveals my absolute favorite memory from that time. This, along with how I got the handle Tenmile and why. And maybe a picture, and yes I do have a fonder memory than me crapping in front of a moose.
Nice to meet you, too.