And out.

Labor Day was late and Columbus Day is too late (danger of frozen pipes) and we’ll be at Tahq in late September but we didn’t want to try to squeeze a closing into that week[end]. I should say the GG will be at Tahq in late September. I’ll be there if I can drive my Ninja by then. Although Titanium Pinky [and therefore my hand] has a way to go on that particular task, I am cautiously optimistic. Or maybe I can swap the Ninja for Daisy that weekend. We’ll see. I do want to be on the hike between the falls that weekend and hopefully TP will allow my hand to use a hiking pole by then.

Since I was a small child and the moomincabin was new, I have hated these winter window coverings. It feels so sad and dreary in the moomincabin when you can’t see the woods and lake through the picture windows. But they are a protection, if a minimal one, and so, on they go. Although they are a snap to put on and take off, even for a mechanical klutz like yer fav-o-rite blahgger, I let the GG do them this year because Titanium Pinky would’ve made it slow going. I think I have managed to convince him that the storm windows are one of the last things we do to button the place up for winter.


We were about ready to leave at this point.


The obligatory end-of-summer trip to Harry’s Outhouse. I began this summer using the outhouse when we arrived at the moomincabin and found a broken pipe. Fortunately, the GG was able to fix the pipe after spending a fair amount of time under the cabin in pretty darn cold temperatures and wind and water from the leaky pipe. By the time it was all done, I had used Harry’s Outhouse enough times to contribute a roll of TP (Toilet Paper, not to be confused with Titanium Pinky). Speaking of which, I left 4-5 rolls of TP up in the moomincabin. Oh well.


And so here is the Trashmobile, all ready to go!


We had two passengers for the first very short leg of the trip! The Beautiful Gigi and her lovely baby Samantha had a flight out of Chippewa County International Airport. Due to some complicated travel stuff for the Shermans, including a total lack of rental vee-hickles when Dan flew in [to Siberia] and a canceled early AM flight out [of Siberia (also Dan’s)], we squeezed our passengers in amongst our luggage, garbage (et al), leftover food from the summer [jeebus!], and various pieces of The Comm’s furniture and stuff and, and, and… Froggy(2), Green Guy, Turnstile, and Softy Beanbag. Perfect companions for a one-year-old.

I had not seen Chippewa County International Airport since it was Kincheloe AFB and a bunch of us loaded Radical Betty onto some kind of plane back to Alaska. I have a pitcher of that somewhere. The airbase has long been decommissioned and the airport is beautiful now albeit small but small can be okay when you are talking about airports. After dropping off our Sherman friends, we continued on down the I75 SUV Speedway. We traveled through a lot of heavy rain but FORTUNATELY, we were way far down south before the TORNADO WARNINGS happened in Ogemaw County. Yes. We had driven through that area before it got hit by those things that spiral and create great devastation.

Love y’all, KW

4 Responses to “And out.”

  1. Sam Says:

    As to great TP (the forest product) adventures, we need some at our place Up There. Such is the way of the ebb and flow of necessary items. (I will add a TP pack to our ToGo pile here….)

  2. Margaret Says:

    I love small airports; they are so chill. (as long as there is a place for me to get a decent coffee!)

  3. jane Says:

    don’t look now, but I think there’s a yeti or something trying to break thru the storm window!

  4. Pooh Says:

    Dan, (Axe, not Sherman), posted a facebook picture of Chippewa International captioned, “Gate One and Only!”