Archives for the month of: August, 2013

The reason why we moved to Wisconsin is that the cabin is here.  It would have been a lot of fun to have a shop somewhere on the AT.  But the cabin needed TLC in a big way and either we would have to step up and do that or it would have to be sold.  No other real solutions existed.  We really love Eagle River so we decided to move to the town and get the cabin maintenance issues corrected.

To date the following items have been addressed:

Doors now close that wouldn’t.
Windows that were broken have been replaced.
Storm windows have been installed.

The attic has been insulated.
Natural gas service has been installed. Currently piped for a gas stove and water heater with room to add for dryer and generator.
A tankless water heater has been installed.
Radiant floor heating has been installed.
A woodburning stove insert has been installed in the fireplace along with actual chimney exhaust piping.
The well has been buried, with the appropriate pitless adapter installed.
The crawl space has been partially enclosed (in progress).

There have been numerous other minor and major improvements. The place is really starting to feel homey.

I haven’t taken pics like I want and I’m currently out of state (another story) but I have included a few pictures below.






The whole process of moving is pretty painful if you don’t do it right.  Even when you do get everything “right” the door is open to so many failure points that it’s enough to cause some people a nervous breakdown.  Not me.  Despite all of the trouble, I like going to a new place and getting to know it.

There’s also a lot of opportunity to hit the reset button when moving.  You can clean up anything from your wardrobe to a dead end relationship all with a few choice packing decisions. 

“No, I didn’t pack any of your stuff.  How odd.  Guess we weren’t meant to be, huh?  You can keep that sweater, though.”

When I met InProgress she told me that she was done with Florida within the first few dates.  I think she was trying to run me off, but I’m way too obstinate for that.  I didn’t really want to move; I’d only been in the state about two months and was still getting settled in comfortably.  I considered the locale to be pretty ideal; warm year round, beaches, fishing, and I’d managed to get someone to pay me to move there.  But it only takes a while before my feet get itchy.

And six years later we did move.

I traveled for work for about two years which helped me not get bored with FL.  I pretty much only saw it one day a week – if I had the energy to get out and about.  Then we started seriously discussing the AT hike.  And what it would mean to our lives if we did take the leap and do it.  And I waffled. 

Rather than quit work and go hike I sought a position at a new building to be opened.  I wanted North GA but it wasn’t available; I got FL.  Well actually I got both.  I opened GA then got on a plane home and immefiately opened FL.  It was 6 straight months of the kind of work that kills people between the hours and the stress.  The kind that makes great war stories.  I both loved and hated it, as is appropriate to such a situation.

After the trials, tribulations, worries, stresses and successes of these endeavors I was able to come to terms with leaving my job to hike and then move to Wisconsin.

We released the cats to roam at will in my parent’s house.  We were leary to do so since there are already 2 dachshunds and a cat in their place but we were pretty desperate at the point where we tried it.  It’s amazing how quickly and thoroughly 3 manic cats can exhaust you.

After an hour or so of acclimatization it worked like magic.  Poorly executed messy magic, but magic nonetheless.  Pixie “explored” my parent’s bedroom closet a dozen times at least.  Celeste HAD to be in a lap.  Spike kept trying to get in (or perhaps out of) the windows.  All of them ate the dog’s food.  But the constant meowing and pacing stopped. 

We slept.

The next morning I got busy and repacked and prepped for travel again.  Then I discovered that the radio in the truck was dead.  This is a very expensive double din unit I purchased and installed in February.  It seems to be completely without power.  Nothing.  Nada.  Zilch.  Kaput.

I went for the basics and determined that there is at least power to the wiring harness.  When I pull/reinstall the fuse, the auxillary door tone box beeps.  It’s getting power through the radio harness.  This leads me to believe that I am not going to fix the issue in 15 minutes and will probably have to send it in for warranty repair.  Thus I will drive from GA to WI sans entertainment.

Roughing it, baby.  Roughing it.