The Birches Yurt
Everything you could want...except running water and electricity, if you are into such things.
No mosquitoes yet, but the black flies were certainly present. Fortunately for Rebecca, as
always, they followed me around and left her alone.
A pleasant Spring sight.
Hiking straight up
Can you guess why it is called the Birches?
The rigors of vacation
To our left is a rippling mountain stream. Above us are swaying birches.
Back to his roots
Yurts are nothing new to Alfie's people.
Maybe she actually filled it with plain dirt. That would explain the taste.
Waiting for Dinner
Getting started on dinner
Place had everything...peelers, cutting boards, knives. Handy.
It is hard work.
Exhaustion setting in
And yet I grill on
Here you see me swatting away a black fly
Dogs, beans, potoatoes, carrots
Stuffing our faces
A good shot of us chowing down.
Its Rebecca's birthday so I will do woman's work just this once.
We felt very safe with Alfie watching the front door for us.
Time for homework
David says: incendia originus illegitimi
And there is fire
Alfie is still on guard.
A good spot to do some astronomy.
Looking for bears
Alfie was ready to kick some bear butt.
Blair Witch Project
Its hard to keep Beck from the camera all the time.
Traditional Acadian breakfast. Oh, and some more of Rebecca's untraditional coffee sludge.
Lost in thought
Rebecca tries to think of something to add to the Yurt Journal.
Moment of genius!
Then the Muses descend upon her and she is inspired...
And it rained during the night. Wonderful to sleep to.
I am NOT doing dishes again. This is rinsing. There is a difference.
Who put all these trees here?
Alfie had a hard time with the trees. They kept grabbing his leash and tangling him up.
Order is restored.
Washing dishes the natural way. I.e., the wife doing it.
You could always hear this running. Very soothing.