Here’s an image captured this morning by “Mountain One,” a trailcam upslope from the homesite. Over the last ten months it’s brought us whitetails, ‘coons, squirrels, bobcats, gray fox and feral hogs.
This is the last wildlife photo it snapped from that location.
Today I took the camera down from its vantage point on the small clearing. I mounted it to a young oak near our picnic table and trained it on the fifth-wheel. That took some fiddling and some time.
What had been a window on the wilder world just beyond our view is now a watchful eye on our Home. To call it a “security camera” feels somehow too strong given our surroundings, a little too dire. But we know that there’s no substitute for vigilance, and so we assigned one of our trailcams a different role.
We had our first two (human) visitors today. The woman who lives just down the road brought us our mail from the post office. Later, the guy who lives by the subdivision road rode up in his UTV and sat with us a long while.
We did get a little more work done, curbed some by the heat. (Not that it was oppressive or anything — we’re just not used to the mid-80s yet.) Since I haven’t gotten around to getting the generator running, we don’t have air conditioning. I’ll tackle that tomorrow or Saturday.
One obvious addition to our new digs is a mattress — a bed-in-a-box, actually, which arrived late this afternoon. I carried it inside, Deb unboxed it, and there it sits on its platform, growing. A few days from now it’ll be sleepable.
We had another one of those unremarkable days — nothing to crow about, really. But we crossed paths with good people in the best place we know. We made some progress toward committing to our American Life on The Mountain.
For those reasons and more, we’ll remember today with a smile.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.