If you've been a reader of my blog for a while, you're no doubt familiar with Shabo-Mekaw, the lovely piece of paradise in the country that serves as both sanctuary and on-going construction project for my husband and me. If you're a newer reader, welcome; you can find out more by clicking
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In early spring, we walked downstream to look for an old beech tree that our friend
Ken Lobitz was curious about. Ken, former owner of Shabo-Mekaw and builder of the original cabin, wondered if a particularly huge old beech was still there.
Unfortunately, we were not able to locate a trace of it; presumably it had fallen and decomposed. We had a nice walk, though, and saw parts of the creek that we don't often see...
... strange and colorful fungi...
... names carved into trees in 1944...
... and my favorite spring flower, mountain laurel.
This summer, we have been working on insulating and siding the original cabin. This is what we accomplished the day I broke my ankle in the creek. Needless to say, it was a while before I was able to go back.
When I did, we found a large oak laying across the drive. Like most of the country, we've had some pretty wild storms lately, accompanied by unusually high winds. If you haven't experienced them where you live, you've probably seen pictures on the news.
I couldn't do too much other than sit and watch my husband prepare the back of the cabin for siding, and help to hold up an occasional board.
After yet another bad storm, I was alarmed to hear that part of a huge oak had split off...
and fallen across the front yard and onto the cabin. (I don't have photos of the part on the cabin because my husband had it mostly cleaned up by the time I got there.)
We were extremely lucky that there was so little damage to the cabin- the roof was bent in a few spots, and the metal chimney (you can see it in the first photo) was knocked off, but that was about it. Unbelievable!
The poor pine tree in front of the cabin was not so lucky, however. All of the branches, except for the ones at the very top, were either blown off by wind, or knocked off by the falling oak. (You can also see the absence of the metal top of the chimney in this photo.)
The next time we came out, I was able to help with siding the back of the cabin,
which is starting to look pretty nice, don't you think?
I still couldn't walk down the steep hill to the creek, so I had to content myself with taking a few shots from above, behind the cabin.
I was very careful not to fall off here onto the spot where I broke my ankle! How would that be for irony (and stupidity!)?
I couldn't see all of it, but I could see the part of the swirl hole where the water flows out of it...
... and very soon I'll be down there again...
... maybe tomorrow!