Finally, a toilet. We are so excited that we have a composting commode installed that we just have to share. That’s the good news. The bad news is that I finally read the operating instructions, and it turns out this contraption requires constant daily maintenance, so we’re still debating the separation of doodies.
While Monica finishes her manuscript editing project, I thought I would post some photos (click them to enlarge). The yurt is shaping up, but it still needs solutions for better cooking, dishwashing, and bathing; more rugs; and a ceiling fan. Overall, things are progressing, though—for instance, the solar panels are operational and we now have electricity.
Last weekend, Whitefish hosted the International Skijoring Championships. Naturally, being locals now, we couldn’t miss it. For the uninitiated, skijoring is a sport of Norwegian origin that features pulling a skier behind a horse and around a course with jumps and moguls.
Afterward, I spent a couple days at the yurt, chopping wood, fixing and installing aforementioned toilet, ventilating the same (hopefully I read those instructions right…we’ll find out soon enough), decking the loft, chopping more wood, stoking the stove bi-hourly, chopping more wood, and hiking.
Donning the snowshoes, I trekked to the North Fork to see if I could find a hole in the ice and some hungry cutthroats. En route, I followed the trail of a mountain lion. Based on the tracks, he was big, and not far ahead of me. When I arrived at the river, I saw his paw prints disappear on the trackless ice. My camera battery was dead, so these photos are taken with my Blackberry. Back at the yurt, starving for protein and fishless, I looked out the north window while drying my clothes. There I saw the big cat lurking at the edge of the meadow. Apparently he was starving, too.
So many people question our sanity being out here in the winter, and sometimes we ask that same question. The hour and a half on snowy icy roads to get there can be a drag (and getting stuck in three feet of snow in the Expedition at night, while driving around the unplowed perimeter of our property wasn’t a picnic either). Still, the views we get to see along the drive are spectacular. Here are a few.
And then, when not at the yurt, the sunrise from the condo in Whitefish ain’t bad either…