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not a funky man cave
Thursday, May 7 2026
location: rural Hurley Township, Ulster County, NY
Late this morning, I buckled down and did the rest of the work tilling and planting the the last four raised beds. It was dirty, unpleasant work, but it needed to get done. THe biggest challenge was getting rid of the existing weeds. Since they tend to be bulky and will revive if they see any sunlight, I tend to pull them out, ball them into the smallest volume possible, and then burying them all at the bottom of the deepest hole I can dig (which isn't very deep; there's a stupid layer of gravel down at the bottom put down by the swarm of Hispanic gentlemen whom Gretchen hired to install the boxes. (I would rather the boxes connect to the underlying soil.)
Later I did some firewood processing on the edge of the driveway and then even went down to the start of the Gullies Trail with the big Kobalt chainsaw with the idea of opening up a route for Crazy Dave to easily get to it (a path blocked by a large fallen sugar maple). That would keep Dave and his dogs from using the Stick Trail as much and make it easier for me to walk Charlotte there in the evening. But my chain jumped off the chain bar shortly into the effort, and, since I didn't have tools on hand to fix it, I had to come back without having done the job.
Meanwhile Gretchen had gone out to pilates and then to dinner with our friend Kate. When she came home, she was in the middle of a very long phone call with her childhood friend Dina, but the moment that call ended (amid my taking multiple things out to the car), I said I wanted to drive to our Adirondack cabin tonight. (The plan had been to go tomorrow or "perhaps" tonight.) Gretchen was agreeable, but as we were starting our drive on US 209 northbound to the the Thruway, she checked the weather and saw that it would mostly be shitty for the whole time we would be there. I asked if she wished she was staying home this weekend and she said "yeah." "Too late!" I said, and I continued driving. I drove us there on the route I prefer, which is through Cairo, Middleburgh, Schoharie, and Fonda.
We arrived at the cabin a little after 11:00pm and temperatures inside were about 55 degrees. I immediately started a fire in the woodstove but didn't bother with the heating system, as I'd yet to actually fill the pipes with water after having drained them back in the fall. This was the first time Gretchen had been to the cabin since October. I'd been there numerous times as the only human there since her last visit, and yet I still hadn't turned it into a funky man cave (though the toilets both needed a scrub).
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