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Wednesday, November 19 2025

location: 940 feet west of Woodworth Lake, Fulton County, NY

Overnight, I'd come up with a solution to my SolArk Copilot problems. I'd decided to no longer attempt to parse out the inverter values from the serial stream coming from the WiFi dongle. Instead, I would intercept this raw data and send it unprocessed to the server. There, I can take my time to figure out patterns in it and write a flexible parser for it on the backend, changing it as I need to without having to drive to the cabin to reflash the SolArk Copilot. Who knows, I might find more data in there than I originally knew about.
So after drinking my morning coffee and eating my morning toast, I went down to the basement and made the few modifications necessary to the SolArk Copilot code. Once I'd confirmed it was shipping raw data to the backend while also providing weather data and allowing for the control of attached devices (such as the generator), I felt like I'd done what needed doing.
I then cleaned up the cabin and proceeded to winterize it, since I had no idea when I would be returning. This involved draining all the pipes, opening all the taps, and putting a little antifreeze in the traps that could not be drained (though the ones at the bottom of the toilets can be drained). In so doing, I managed to get toilet water all over my hands, which I then couldn't wash because all the water was gone. So I ended up rubbing them in the snow before I emptying out the refrigerator and freezer of all the things that will not survive the oscillating (and occasionally too warm) temperatures of winter. I also had five or six house plants that needed to go back to Hurley.
With all that out of the way, I began my drive back home a little after 1:00pm, and I was home well before 4:00. I took Charlotte for a little walk west down the Farm Road and then over to the Stick Trail via the Chamomile gulch. A fairly big tree had recently fallen parallel to and only a few feet north of the Stick Trail opening in the Chamomile Wall, and some side branches had caused minor damage that I partially repaired. Charlotte caught up with me while I was doing this and was disappointed when I decided to head back home after my work on the stone wall.
For dinner I made my usual spaghetti meal, this time using green spinach spaghetti (the only kind we had) and a pan of seared tofu, mushrooms, and onions.


All the extra solar panels in a near stack in the cabin basement. Click to enlarge.


The CD-covered walls of the basment bulkhead entrance, which I'd cleaned up yesterday. Click to enlarge.


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