Thursday, May 28, 2015

A New Camera!

Anyone who follows this blog, or my Drift Away blog, knows that I love photography.  It is something that I enjoy immensely.  While in Savannah traveling aboard Drift Away, I left my point-and-shoot outdoors and it got rained on, and rain and electronics don't get along.  Pamela convinced me to buy a halfway decent camera, and so I bought my basic Nikon D3100 DSLR.

Well, after about 12,000 photos over the past few years, I decided to upgrade to a semi-professional grade Nikon D7100.  And I am loving it!  What a great camera!  I took it to our property yesterday and was just messing about with it, taking photos of nothing in particular to learn how to use the various buttons and its capabilities.

All pics were with the 18-105mm lens.









The goats LOVE beer.  And pretzels.




And man did it rain.


I am very happy with this new camera, and for Pamela who allowed me to spend money extravagantly to buy it.  Yes.  I LOVE it!

Monday, May 25, 2015

Sunday

Sunday of Memorial Day weekend was typical.  Pam rode Jeremiah, and I doubled the size of the little stone wall in front of the well.



I love Bessie the Tractor.  I have the gravel scoop on her stern and I only had to back up to a gravel pile and toss in rocks, which I then drove over to the wall place and dumped them.   I then only had to stack them up.

Oh, that mess by the hand pump?  That's a pallet sitting on cinder blocks, and on the pallet is a jet pump for the well.  Sitting next to it is a small generator which, once I buy the necessary plumbing on Tuesday, will pump water into the 65 gallon tank sitting on the rocks in the left of the photo.  That will provide water for the garden, and maybe even to the RV, although that is questionable unless I either build a higher frame for the tank or add another pump.

I've often thought of selling stone walls via the internet and mail order, with "some assembly required", but I imagine the shipping costs would be high.

On the home front, I fried an egg with provolone cheese and on the way from the fry pan to the toast, I hit my elbow and dropped it on the carpet in front of the kitchen sink.  Being almost 65, without a second thought, I scooped it up, plopped it on the toast, dashed it with hot sauce and ketchup and ate it.  Life is good.

Saturday, May 23, 2015

Time to Mow

The grass is getting high.   Time to get out the lawn mowers.



I also bought a 65 gallon water tank and positioned it at the highest point on our property.


Some things I research to death.  Others, like water pressure, I like to experiment with.  Certainly there will be enough gravity to water the garden, but probably not enough for a shower in the RV.  I may be building a tower to put it on.


Thursday, May 21, 2015

We're Being Watched

We know we have Sasquatches around us, but arriving at the cabin and finding the door to the wood shed unlatched and open was surprising.  So yesterday, Pam decided to reconnoiter around the cabin.  She found where they watch us from, and fetched Bill, a friend who was visiting, and me to show us.

Up on a hill, near the driveway, were plenty of Sasquatch signs.  They can see us from there, but the chances of us seeing them are slim.

The first sign was the most obvious, a tree bend.  It was pinned by a log, and so did not occur naturally.  We find these everywhere and are most likely the most common evidence.


Close by was a pyramid.  It is a tree snapped off about eight or ten feet above the ground, and a second tree pulled over and placed at the break of the first tree.


But the most obvious, of course, are hand prints.   This is Pam's Miata's first.  It is smudged, but clearly a Sasquatch print.  The bent pointed thumb is on just about every print we've found.


Yeah, it is a little disconcerting to think that we're surrounded by Sasquatch, and that they watch us.  Kind of like Jane Goodall watches primates, I guess.

It is Thursday morning and I'm about to gather the dogs and head over to the property to putz around.  I'm waiting on the Amish to call me to let me know my lumber is ready and I can start building the run-in shed, outhouse, and pump house.

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Speaking Sasquatch

I'll admit it.  I've lost it.  It is a good thing I'm old because otherwise I would never admit to doing some of  the things I do.

We've had what I suspect is a juvenile Sasquatch coming  around the cabin every night, and sometimes in the day.

Yesterday morning, I went to our property to stake the goats out before running errands off the mountain.  When I came back, I went to the RV to fetch a beer and I noticed that a bar of soap was gone from the pallet for the outdoor shower.  Strange.

I got the beer and went down the hill to check on the goats, and laying there in plain view was a bright blue bungee cord.  It was not there at 10 AM.  I certainly would have seen it.  Did a Sasquatch trade a bar of soap for a bungee cord?  Can I even write that without risk of being committed?

Pam arrived at the property from work early in the afternoon, and late in the day we left for the cabin.  She arrived minutes before me.  As I drove down the driveway, I saw the door to the wood shed was open and Pam was walking about inspecting the ground.

"What are you looking for?" I asked.

"Foot prints."

"Why did you open the wood shed door?"

"I didn't", she said.

Huh.  It must be the juvenile Sasquatch.

I read someplace that Sasquatch like apples, bananas, and other fruit.  Being me, I put a banana on the roof of the car last night.   This morning, I went out to check it first thing.  This is what I found.


We had some rain last night.  The finger prints left yesterday are almost gone, as you can see if you look closely to the left of the wiper.  But if you look just above the wiper, you will see a single finger print.  There is no road dust because of the rain.   It was dusted during the night with pollen.


It is as if the Sasquatch said "OK, I was here and I found that yellow fruit thing.  Exactly what is that and what do I do with it?"

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Sasquatch Antics

let me start off by saying I am not a crazy person.
My wife Pam and I have been renting a cabin in the Adirondack Mountains of upstate New York for a couple of years while we build a small place on land we own about a mile away. Last year, I was stunned to learn that not only are Sasquatches real, but we have them around our cabin and on our property.
I went to the property this morning to let out our goats. I then ran into town to run errands. When I came back, a bar of soap was missing from our outdoor shower, and a bright blue bungee cord was left near the goats. I check there everyday, including this morning, and the bungee cord wasn't there at 10 AM.
Later, returning to the cabin, Pam got there before me. She was looking at the ground, and the wood shed door was wide open. It was open when she got there.  She was looking for tracks, but the ground is very hard, so nothing.
I'm starting to think that it is a juvenile, based on the hand prints we recently found, and it is messing with us. Kind of like how when we were kids and we'd ring doorbells and run away.



The photo is of yesterday's hand prints. Very small, nowhere near the size of the massive print we found last year of an adult.
Is anyone else here living among Sasquatch? If so, have they been messing with you? Is this normal behavior? I am asking this in all seriousness.

Monday, May 18, 2015

Cheap Chinese Made Junk

My father-in-law, Earl, has it right.  Things you buy today are cheap Chinese made junk.  Total crap.

But first, a couple of cute photos of Ruby and her goats.



Make no mistake, these are Ruby's goats.  She took stewardship of them immediately, and barks Ruby commands to them.... what Ruby wants, no one knows.   But she is getting good at it, and is able to sort of herd them.  Yesterday Amos, the brown one, got loose and up it wandered towards the screen house with Ruby right there barking at it.  Ruby doesn't quite have it down yet as to turn the goat to get it where she wants it to be, but she's getting close.

Meanwhile, Earl came over and brought me a roof for the screen house, mine being ripped from removing it the year before.

"I'm getting tired of being eaten by black flies", he said.

So even though I have a new roof on order, I stuck on Earl's roof and then hooked up the new screens.   This is a Christy gazebo bought two years ago at Home Depot for $199.  I was really disappointed that the whole thing fell apart after two years, especially considering that the canvas spends half of the year in storage and out of UV, but fall apart it did.

Anyway, while waiting for the new roof, I hooked up the new screen.  This is what I got.


This is a Christy netting made for a Christy Gazebo.  Yes.  It is not only six inches too short...


But it is not 10 x 10.  It is about six inches short of that.  I had to use baling twine to stretch the nylon enough to zip it, as pictured.  I do not know what I will do about it being too short.

Seriously, why do we tolerate crappy Chinese made junk?