Mountain top living is different than Continental Divide view living. Oh, there were winds up north, staring at forty plus peaks as did the old homestead. But here, nestled between the Sangre de Cristo range, the Trinchera Range and Blanca Peak’s own weather system, the winds here can rattle a man to the bone, shake his soul, and land him three feet to the left.
This cabin was never winterized – drafts at the windows, drafts at the doors, drafts under the sinks, around the vents, in the chinking. Many are plugged, patched and planned, but there are many more left to work upon. Most of the window trim needs to be removed from the exterior, windows sealed, spaces insulated, and trim restored. The work has begun and the weather should be mild this week. The wall of windows is simply a sieve at this point.
The firewood pile is dropping to compensate, but a neighbor generously offered me some wetter, but not wet, wood that’s holding steady for the overnights. Life is good. Managed to get out again this weekend for fresh fruit and vegetables, and more canning jars.
Life is good.
