THE DOG IS NERVOUS PT II

It took us a couple of trips from town to Sam’s place on the top of Casper Mountain, and then two trips with the truck down to the cabin.  The cats were in carriers, and Pony held Rufus in her lap while I navigated the truck down the winding road to the cabin.  By about 5:30 on Tuesday, we had everything loaded into the cabin, Gypsy Rose parked up at the head of the path (next to the main mountain road), and Sam’s truck returned to him.  Now we could start to unpack, get settled, and look forward to meeting Trey, our new roommate for the next 7 or 8 weeks. 

The cabin was originally built by Warren Weaver (Rebecca’s father).  He started off modestly enough with a couple of rooms, then sort of built up and out over the years.  As consequence, it has something of a patchwork look to it.  Moreover, Warren worked for several years as an electrician, and he would install various lights that he scrounged here and there.  The result is an eclectic collection of lighting fixtures throughout the structure, and sometimes a bit of a guessing game as to where the switch may be to turn this or that one on. 

But it is a comfortable place, with two pot-belly stoves to provide warmth for the central portion of the cabin, a couple of wood bins and a coal bin, and all manner of additional rooms that surround the center of the structure. 
Trey is the “official” caretaker.  We are somewhere between guests and house-sitters providing additional support.  Our intention is to stay in the cabin as much as we can manage (keeping trips to town at a minimum).  In so doing, it becomes our charge to keep the pot-belly stoves stoked with fuel, thus reducing the need for the electric heat. 

Trey works at a museum in Casper.  Among other things, this requires him to get up at about 6 am to shower, dress, and trudge the half mile or so up the cabin’s modest road to the main road, where he parks his vehicle alongside our own.  Since installing ourselves in the cabin, I have made that same trek at least once each day (at the very least to check on the status of our parked car).  Let’s just say that this provides some good cardio exercise. 

Trey decided to welcome us proper by buying a ready-to-bake pizza in town for our first night in the cabin.  The cats were glad to be released from their carriers, and Rufus is ecstatic about the snow.  However, there was a small incident, early on, where he jumped on top of a drift, only to fall through and nearly bury himself.  I had to crawl through snow up to my waist to retrieve him and help get him back onto more solid ground.  At the very least, it was a lesson learned for both of us.  He still loves the snow, but he may just respect it a little more. 

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