This video shows the beautiful serene drive I took in my 1995 Jeep Cherokee Sport on the way to my cabin in Glen Haven yesterday. The water sloshing sound is from the container of water I transport on every trip, as I don’t have running water on the property.
Cabin floor, Photo by slc
It was a balmy 65 degrees in Glen Haven and a beautiful day to work outside. While at the property I raked up pine needles and cones to help with fire mitigation. I also continued cleaning and oiling the 1938 wooden cabin floor. All the while my small dog, Goldi, watched.
We left the property at about 3:15 p.m. so I could watch the second half of the Denver Bronco game. The Jeep started fine and I drove the 15 minutes to Drake where I met up with the pilot car which takes everyone in line through the canyon construction zone. The pilot car was not there yet so I turned off the Jeep’s engine.
When the pilot car came to lead us down the canyon, I turned the key in the ignition. It started but then quit. I tried again. Same thing. The Jeep would not stay running.
When I told James, a friend of mine, I was going to the cabin in Glen Haven on Thanksgiving Day, he asked, “Are you cooking a turkey over an open fire?” Sounds like a good idea, but no, I didn’t cook a turkey at all yesterday, let alone over an open fire.
My daughter and her husband and my three grandchildren celebrated Thanksgiving on Monday. My daughter is a labor and delivery nurse and she worked the night before Thanksgiving and was supposed to work again Thanksgiving night. So, my dog, Goldi, and I drove up to the cabin for a day in the mountains. Actually, I drove and she rode.
Bull Elk, 11/23/17, Photo by slc
Off of CR 43, I turned right at the Glen Haven General Store, drove over the bridge and over the creek. Around the bend, a lone bull elk was resting among the pines and cabins. Beautiful and serene.
On the way home from cleaning the cabin’s wood floor and removing nails from salvaged lumber today, traffic slowed. A single big horned sheep sauntered down the highway next to the concrete barriers, headlong into traffic. Sorry, I didn’t get a picture as I couldn’t stop on the road.
While I did not cook a turkey over an open fire at my cabin in Glen Haven on Thanksgiving, I did give thanks for having a special place in the mountains and for the beautiful wild animals that live there.
Woodpecker, sapsucker, flicker. Whatever the name, this bird’s damage to wooden structures is prevalent throughout my neighborhood in Colorado. The Colorado Parks and Wildlife website states, “During the early spring, woodpeckers hammer to attract mates, to establish and/or defend a territory, to excavate nesting or roosting sites, and to search for insects.”
At least five times over the years, the northern flicker has attacked my home and caused damage. Making a nearly perfect round hole through the cedar siding and sheathing. These holes have been patched with pieces of wood. However, one recent patch did not hold. A flicker broke it out and built a nest in my attic. This time I attempted to repair the intruder’s entry hole myself.
A couple of weeks ago I received a text from my cabin neighbor Alison and her little girl, “Maddie and I left you a little gift at your cabin door today; we all hope you like it!”
Hollyhock Seeds, Photo by slc
The next day, when I opened the cabin’s sagging and squeaky front screen door there was a cute little plastic bag hanging from the door knob on the front door. Inside the bag was a small package with a colorful bow along with a bright yellow envelope. The card inside read,
Preparation is never lost time. The seeds you plant today will bring a harvest tomorrow.
“Once you’re done ‘preparing’ your cabin, you can also enjoy the beauty of these hollyhocks! We can’t wait for your ‘harvest’ and for your family to make many incredible memories here in Glen Haven! 🙂 XOXO The Gdovicak’s”
I was taken aback. What a thoughtful gift. So simple, yet so grand.
Thank you Alison and Maddie for the little gift and being a part of the “incredible memories.”
1938 cabin after addition was removed, October 29, 2017, Photo by slc
Six weeks, three 18 yard dumpster loads and 145 “man” hours later, we have completed the demolition of the non-permitted, mold and rodent excrement filled cabin addition. All that is left is the flooring and the lower level deck. This accomplishment is cause for celebration!
What I learned from the demolition:
Third dumpster load, Photo by slc
Wear protective clothing, goggles, and a respirator. You can never be too careful as my son-in-law found out when he opted for hiking boots instead of professional work boots and took a nail through the bottom of his foot.
Make sure you’ve had a tetanus shot in the past seven years.
Try to place the dumpster as close to your work site as possible. Due to all the large beautiful moss-covered rocks and the slope of my property, we were unable to have it close to the addition. This less than ideal placement required lots of walking, carrying and pushing a wheelbarrow of debris to the dumpster about 50 feet away from the work site.
When working remotely as we were, it was important to bring the necessary tools each day to the work site. We often needed nails we didn’t have, so I often removed nails from the demo debris to reuse. One day I forgot to bring the circular saw so we ended up cutting some ceiling joists with a hand saw made to cut tree branches. We could have left our tools in the cabin but felt that it just wasn’t secure enough.
Years ago my late Father visited my family in Colorado to help with a basement electrical installation. I believe it was around Thanksgiving and while having a meal in the dining room, my Father saw a bald eagle for the very first time in the sky outside the window. He was very moved and excited to see America’s majestic icon.
My Dad passed in December of 2013. Several months later, I was speaking to my daughter on the phone. We talked about my Dad and the subject of my receiving a small inheritance from his estate came up. I told my daughter I hoped to use that special gift to purchase a piece of mountain property some day as my Dad loved the mountains. Right then a bald eagle flew toward me on the deck and then flew over my house. I felt it a sign that my Dad approved of my use of his gift.
Last week, I realized I needed reassurance that buying and fixing up the cabin in the mountains was what my Dad wanted for me. I needed the sign of an eagle. Today, I got that sign. While driving home from a beautiful afternoon of work at the cabin, I spied a bald eagle in a tree along the North Fork of the Big Thompson River.
Thank you Dad for the sign and the gift of the cabin in Glen Haven. I love you for it and I hope you are proud of me!
October 2nd was the beginning of week four cabin renovation, but also the first day of Highway 34’s restricted usage due to the 2013 flood reconstruction project. During the week, I worked on projects closer to home and substituted on Thursday and Friday at a middle school.
On Saturday, October 7th, it was forecast to be a balmy 70+ degrees so I headed up the cabin around noon, outside the new normal morning canyon access hours of 6:00-8:30 a.m. Leaving at noon meant I had to go an extra 25 miles along the detour through the cities of Longmont and Lyons. Little did I know, “leaf peepers” were also headed up to Estes Park on the same route.
Fox Creek, Photo by slc
Normally, when I drive directly from my home to the cabin on Highway 34, it takes me about 40 minutes to turn onto Memory Lane. On October 7th, it took 105 minutes (1-3/4 hours). I tried to enjoy the fall orange and gold scenery. The mountains had received a fresh dusting of snow. I was not going to get stressed out by the huge delay due to the crowded detour.
Once at the cabin, I worked for about 2-1/2 hours on more repointing of the old stone foundation, picking up and disposing of tar paper, siding, and lumber into the rented dumpster, loading miscellaneous metal into my car’s trunk for recycling, and spraying a bleach/water mixture on the original cabin’s tongue and groove moldy pine ceiling. Not glamorous work but I relished every moment in the warm gentle breeze, utter silence and the picturesque forest. I didn’t want to leave. It was so peaceful.
slc
Following the pilot car on my way home down the “normal” Highway 34 route (I was within the evening access hours of 4:00-8:00 p.m.), I discovered how truly peaceful and content I feel for the first time in my retirement.
In Walden, Henry David Thoreau wrote, “I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.”
