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Bloody Powder

17 March 2012 | Category: Stories | Author: Clare

The snow pack really determines my success at supplying the cabin.

There are those powder days.

Where a person unencumbered with a plastic sled (packed full of laundry, water, pet food, etc.), might frolic with the dogs, scooping up the snow and throwing it around, light hearted and happy.

Take that person, and attach the aforementioned sled, and all of a sudden, that fluffy powder becomes a real pain in the arse. ...[Read More]


12 March 2012 | Category: Stories | Author: Clare

Sitting in the bed of the truck, leaning on a cushion in a sleeping bag with the girls lying with me; Breagha licking her leg, River gently snoring, I wonder at what more in life you need.

We could have rented a motel room, but motivated by economy, and the desire to test the new truck's ability to function as a hotel for the three of us, here we are. Sitting at the entrance to a locked provincial park campground, somewhere near Kaslo, BC. I vaguely wonder if I will smell like dog tomorrow, and hope I remember where the bowl of water is for the girls when I inevitably go pee in the middle of the night!

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Rolling Along

12 March 2012 | Category: Stories | Author: Clare

About a week ago I totalled the truck.

We were heading into town relatively early on a Saturday, and I was lost in thought. It was a beautiful blue morning, following a wintry night of fresh, heavy snowfall. Coming around a bend in the road, I lost control of the vehicle, and we started to slide across the highway.

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26 February 2012 | Category: Stories | Author: Clare

Finishing the wiring for electricity at the cabin was a defining moment.

Despite not being hooked into the grid, it felt like a cobweb of infrastructure akin to a national highway system. Spidering around the cabin, connecting this to that, and transporting the lifeblood of so many things; facilitating an element of civilisation that had often seemed so remote, as to be almost impossible.

But that was electricity.

Propane is so different. ...[Read More]

Hobbling Along

26 February 2012 | Category: Stories | Author: Clare

About a week ago I took Breagha on a road trip to pick up her new knee.

Having limped periodically as a young dog, it turns out that my bonnie mut did not escape the genetic issues you normally associate with pure breds.

Strand by strand the ligament on her left knee has torn away, until finally it was gone altogether. ...[Read More]