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Just a visit

February 10, 2011

As I started the truck the gray sky overhead was showing early sign of coming snow. The infamous weather radio saying it would fall tomorrow evening, myself knowing by morning the ground would have new depth. On any given day my usual routine, at this time of day, would be to fire up my ham radio and seeks out the golden nuggets of people on the radio from around the world. Today I was being drawn to visit a neighbor a mile down the trail.

A former Marine sniper, during the Viet Nam war and earlier on a promising young man with an engineering degree, now merely ‘one of us’ living his life in a solitary cabin on the edge of nowhere. Not know to venture out himself and visit, one had to travel to him. I sat and had the obligatory cup of coffee, seemingly the lifeblood of those living in the woods. Our conversation started with each others health and status of our family and friends. As time went on the conversation branched to the amount of wood on hand and how we were handling the winter. We grazed the topic of politics but but knew better than to stay too long talking about that. We both were of same mind on what we thought our government should be doing and what it was in fact doing and knew it was a dead end.

Instead he opened a new avenue of thought into solar energy. He was concerned about the rising cost of fuel and was now seriously thinking of setting the cabin up on solar power. Right now he had a nice battery bank and a couple generators so he was doing OK but was worried now that fuel was again nearing $4.00 a gallon. I agreed with him that even $5.00 per gallon or more was in our future but thought that the solar power would also need some help from wind energy during our low sun winter months.

The conversation went back and forth for a little over an hour. He sitting back in his favorite chair enjoying his latest cigar and myself polluting the air with hand rolled cigarette smoke. Going from one topic to the next, catching up and opening new doors of thought. Not wanting to but knowing that we live out here somewhat for the isolation I knew when it was time to take my leave.

Because we were just two people on the edge of nowhere enjoying each others company.

3 Comments leave one →
  1. Del permalink
    February 10, 2011 11:18 pm

    Pete.. I’m sure you know Ed and Willow…. They sure have been living in the bush along time living off the grid……What a couple……. have fond memories of them.. Wonder how they are doing???


  2. Jon permalink
    February 12, 2011 11:35 pm

    Pete, Hope you got my e-mail. So you roll your own huh? That sure reminds me of working for a fellow & his brother at a gas station in my hometown in northern Mn. Howard used Prince Albert to roll his own, too. Once in his mouth and lit he almost never took it out until it was done. We used to call him “Howie the ash”, because the ashes would drop all over the place. For some reason I never found out his kids called him Toivo. I learned a lot from those two about cars, though and about life, too. Sadly, they are both gone, but I was fortunate to be able to go to the funerals. Twin Cities are about 200 miles south of where I grew up on what is called the Iron Range for its mines. Take care.


  3. AussieAlaskan permalink
    February 13, 2011 8:05 pm

    Life is good. And, certainly, better than the alternative.


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