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mother of josh, richard, and mutt. lover of books, yarn, and the quiet places. spinner, knitter, kayaker, survivor, vandweller, warrior.

Saturday, June 30, 2012

Favorite tents

I was able to find a couple shots of some of the favorite lean-tos and a tents I have owned. Can't post pics directly on the Cheaprvliving forum, so have to stick them here.

The brown one is a 10x10 oilskin diamond fly. I traded that one for a 7x7 oilskin, which was pre-dog, and clearly a mistake :-). Under the 7x7, in the rain, jockeying with Mutt for dry real estate.... Well let's just say it sucks being me.

The one with the goofy dog (mookie) is a big sun forger canvas tent fly. Forget the size, but it's big. With a couple of poles, I can configure it multiethnic ways, including a half- tipi sort of thing, as pictured with me and the little kid.

The last is a great long term camp, a 10x10 single pole hunters tent with an a-frame fly. Not a good spike camp, cause of all the poles necessary for the fly.

For long term living, I'd choose a 12x12 hunters tent with double tipi doors and a stove pipe hole.

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

What's out your window?

Remember the commercial for the credit card that asked "what's in your wallet?" Well, ever since getting rid of the cards in my wallet, I am free to have more views like this out my window. The view changes every day, and there's no annual fees....the only interest is in my mind and heart. Stuff just does not compare.

Monday, June 25, 2012

Uses for 2 liter bottles

Got this idea off of Pinterest. So far I've got red and brown lentils, navy beans and sunflower seeds in mine.

Here is the link to the original blog:

What other ideas do you have?

Friday, June 22, 2012

Google Earth freaks me out

This is a photo of Mutt and the Rondyvan taken on the farm last fall. That is the dirt road on the western end of the farm by my Sissy's property where I take him to do sprints. I was pretty blown away when I saw it.

Sunday, June 17, 2012


I am so grateful for darkness. When you spend so much time in the light, the darkness becomes foreign, and often frightening. Once you take that first step and cross over, there is a whole other world there, soft and velvety and comforting. There is so much to see, up here on the hill tonight. I had forgotten how many shades of black there are, how many stars. In different parts of the country, friends are gathering. I feel so close to them here, remembering other stars and similar darknesses.... Soon, again, it will be my time to circle the vans again, in those wild and empty places.