After waking up with a bear on top of my truck, I had forty-eight hours without a bear visit. On Saturday, however, he showed up at my back door at six in the morning. I had somewhat oafishly booby-trapped the back door, putting a cooler full of water in the doorway leading into the extension, [...]
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I returned home in the late afternoon yesterday, feeling a bit tired from a pair of days in the city. The cabin looked fine, but as I came up to the front door I paused – there was a beer can by the front door. I had guests last weekend, and we drank more than [...]
February at the cabin. Every bit as cold as it looks.