The view from the outhouse
Wednesday February 10
Hello everyone from Wolf Lake. Roger and I planned to head to Deshka Landing Tuesday morning at 9. Kari had her alarm set for 7 since I can’t hear the alarm without my hearing aids. I woke up before 7 and it was -18 below zero. I really don’t need to go for a ride to town when it is this cold. I was going to be nice and turn off the alarm on her phone. I picked it up in the dark not realizing the charging cord was plugged in. It slipped out of my hand and hit her on the head about the same spot as the tub sled hitch hit me the night before. So much for turning the alarm off. She was wide awake now claiming I was trying to get even. That’s what I get for trying to be nice. I texted Roger and he said let’s look at 11 or noon. At 11 it was still cold so we decided on a 1230 departure. Everything was ready to go so all I had to do was warm up the machines and head out. Kari is going to ride over and have coffee with Myra. I had sock liners, wool socks, glove liners, heavy mittens, two layers of long underwear, a layer of fleece, my snow machine bibs and a coat. On my head I had a headsock, a balaclava around my neck, and my helmet. The temp is about zero or a little below. Roger and I head out the back way each pulling two freightsleds. Soon we are at the mouth of Fish Lakes Creek joining the Yentna River trail. It is in good shape and we are moving alone at a good pace. After about 16 miles on the river we made a left turn onto the new ice road. A contractor has put it in from the Deshka Landing area to haul equipment up to a mine on up northwest of us. It is about 12 feet wide and mostly flat and smooth. We are cruising about 30 with our sleds in tow. When we got to the Deshka River we made a right turn off the ice road and headed down it. It was beautiful. Flat as a freeway. There were cabins scattered along the high bluffs. I had never been this way before. I’m not sure how far but after a few miles we made a left turn off the river and headed on the Deshka Cutoff trail toward Willow and the Big Susitna River. When we came up on the main channel of the Big Su it was unnerving, I could see the water flowing fast in the open leads. The trail paralleled the open leads until there was a place where the ice was thick enough for the marked trail to cross. Just this week a guy went through the ice at Hewitt Lake in a track vehicle and drowned. There are lots of ways to die out here in the bush, some haven’t even been thought of yet. In a few more miles we joined back up with the normal trail we take for the last 3 miles to the landing. 2 hours 15 minutes, not a bad run. Roger is going to load his two sleds with propane and head back home. I helped him load up and headed for Wendy’s, Wolf Lake, a shower, and a real bed.
Wednesday
By 830 I was on the road to pick up a septic tank. I found a used one on FB Marketplace but it was half full and too heavy to load. I didn’t know there was a market for used septic tanks. I think the bacteria you need to make a septic tank work is like the sourdough yeast starter that you keep active for a hundred years in your refrigerator. The advantage to a used septic tank is that you don’t need a shit starter to get it going. I ended up at Anchorage Tank Wasilla sales office where I had stopped last week and got a price so I could compare new to used. A 1000 gallon steel tank was $1680. I heard the sales lady calling her boss in Anchorage telling the person that they needed to warn her about upcoming price increases. Then she said I’m going to honor the old price for this guy and hung up the phone. She saved me $250. I’m afraid this is the sign of the times. If you need something don’t put it off it will be more expensive tomorrow. I paid for the tank, some pipe, and fittings. The sales lady pointed to who I thought was a secretary and said she will load you up. I pulled into the lot and here she came on a big forklift. It had a chain with a hook hanging off the forks. She drove up to a two high stack of tanks, manipulated the forks, and hooked the hook in the bracket welded to the top of the tank, just like you would snag a salmon. I was impressed. I asked her if she fished and she replied no. She pulled up to the side of my truck and set the tank in the bed. She unhooked the hook once again without leaving her operators seat and said something like it’s all yours, do you have straps. I’m thinking that’s something Kari would do. She is getting pretty good at picking up logs with the tongs dangling from the bucket of the Kubota. Now I’m headed back to the Landing after a brief stop at the Windbreak Cafe for a bite of breakfast. I saw Marty Rainey in there, a star from a couple Alaskan reality tv shows. I think Homestead Rescue is one. He built a couple fireplaces for me at Mahogany Manor when we built it on Bear Mountain in Chugiak in 98. He wasn’t as famous then. Great job, could be a whole other post.
On to Deshka landing, the truck from Builders Choice is on the way with about 8000 pounds of building material. About 10 miles from the landing it is 10 degrees and snowing hard. At the landing there is a foot of new snow since I was here yesterday. The driver rolled through the gate and I asked how his forklift was in snow. No problem. He set one bundle of 1 1/8 plywood on the smaller sled. I thought I would have to do that by hand. Made my day. He stacked the rest of the bundles up so I can pull the sleds right up beside them for future loads. I got the septic tank out of the truck, on the sled and strapped down. I have accomplished my goals for the day. The plan was to meet Roger tomorrow before noon, another lumber company is delivering his material then so he will head in very early to be there to meet them with empty sleds. Then we were going to head back to our cabins, me with a septic tank on one sled and Roger pulling double sleds loaded with building material for a client.
With all the fresh snow we bagged it for tomorrow, Roger is going to spend tomorrow night here and we will head out Friday. Hopefully there will be some traffic to pack the trails so the sleds will behave more like sleds than snowplows.
I made the drive home from the landing, first third snowy slick roads, then the snow stopped and the main roads were pretty good. You still have to pay attention on the side roads. All in all a good day, saved $250 on the tank, breakfast was good, delivery driver was very accommodating, didn’t get hurt or hurt anyone, didn’t bend any metal.
By the way I’ll be looking for some shit starter for my new septic tank later this summer. Let me know if you can recommend anyone.
Be safe and healthy, my friends.

Thank you Lord for a good day.

I’ll be in touch.

Blue skies!!!

The view from the outhouse
Tuesday February 9
Good morning from Silty Slough. Mayor Cooper has issued a “Brass Monkey Alert”.
Please move all brass monkeys indoors. The temp is showing -15 here and -24 at the Skwentna airport. I’m glad there is no wind. I planned on going to town today with Roger to line up more building material and haul a septic tank back out on Thursday. We are going to delay a bit until the temp at least gets to the goose egg.
I haven’t written for over a week. Kari, the boys, and I made a trip to town last Tuesday and came back Sunday. We made a trip into Anchorage on Wednesday to see my cardiologist, stop by Costco, and pick up Steve’s truck. Just a checkup, didn’t talk about my heart much, mostly about flying, woodworking, and pex plumbing tools. Why would a heart guy know about pex plumbing tools? I don’t think they use them in the operating room do you??? He prescribed a different cholesterol medicine. It’s an injection I give myself twice a month. He says 50% less chance of a heart attack and other benefits. That’s good enough for me. Went to the pharmacy and it was $1700 for a 3 month supply, $1400 with a discount card. Fighting with Medicare part D to get it approved.
My Cpap machine died almost a month ago. Medicare wants a new $5000 sleep study before they will replace an $800 machine just because the medical coding system changed since I was first diagnosed. Anything the government touches it complicates,screws up, and multiplies the cost by about 10. I can’t see why you Trump hating liberals want the government to control your healthcare.
Not hearing much from the Trump haters about President by cheating Biden. Maybe voters remorse has set in. What a circus Joe and the Hoe have along with a freak sideshow for a cabinet. The Peter from South Bend is talking about requiring the COVID vaccination before flying domestically. More government control is what we need. Wonder if they are going to require a shot if you jump the fence at the southern border?
The trip back to the cabin Sunday was a cold one. We had 44 sheets of plywood and a cooler of food on my sled. Kari had Bonnie, Clydes partner had 440 pounds of propane in her. Kari also had the boys in their kennel, 7 totes of supplies, and pulled a tub sled behind her freight sled with 2 one hundred pound propane cylinders. We waited until about 2 for it to warm up to 10 degrees. The trip went fine, the last 20 miles the sun and temp dropped. Kari got pretty cold. I was happy to see the outhouse light on in the distance through the trees. That means the electrical system is still working. Kari took her lighter load up the ramp first and headed up the second hill by Al’s. Near the top she was pulling hard, her skis were barely touching the ground and she couldn’t make the slight curve in the trail. Once you let off a bit to let the skis come down and steer you can make the turn. Trick is not to let off too much and stop on the hill, then you can’t get going again. She was stopped. Meanwhile I barreled up the ramp with 1800 pounds of plywood. At the top I have to make a more than 180 degree turn to head up the hill toward Al’s. I was also light on the skis and didn’t make it all the way around the turn, so I unhooked my sled and headed up to get Kari going so she could get to the cabin and warm up. Got the often used tow strap and pulled her on up the hill. Actually I just guided her sled where it needed to go. She did the pulling. I unhooked on top and she went on to the cabin. I headed down and hooked up to my sled at a better angle and headed for the cabin. I unloaded the totes and she and I unloaded the big white cooler. Actually it should be called a warmer today because it is protecting all the cold goods from freezing. My fingers finally got cold removing all the ratchet straps from the load. Enough for now, time to go inside, warm up and have a bite. The two hot dogs I picked up at Three Bears this morning were heated in the microwave in a minute and eaten almost as fast.
Found out the Super Bowl was today. I guess we missed it. Cooper said that he, Teddy, and I actually won because we didn’t even know exactly when it was, who was playing, and didn’t even care. For a bonus we got to miss the half time commercials. I’m happy that the big companies waisted some of their advertising dollars on us. I flew my boss to the Super Bowl in Miami in the 70s in a Piper Navajo. I also flew some of the NFL teams on 747 charters. Brett Favre was in the back on a couple, didn’t even know who he was.
Yesterday Kari and I unloaded Bonnie and the rest of the pane. Bonnie and Clyde and Earl are now full for next winter. We can use 100 pound cylinders for the rest of this winter. We had to shovel about 3 feet of snow off the plywood stack and pack the snow around it so we could unload the 44 sheets I brought up. I’m taking both sleds in with me tomorrow so I crawled under the freight sled to unhook the tub sled. I just rolled over in the snow when Kari decided to flip the tub sled over to dump the snow. The hitch swung over and hit me pretty good just above the left eye. Dog gone that hurt, but after a few choice words we were both laughing. Kari said it was good I was a hard head. I guess I shouldn’t have brought up the double indemnity clause in case of accident for the life insurance the other day.
Both sleds are hooked up and the machine is fueled and ready for the trip tomorrow. All that is left is to change the propane tanks at the generator and the cabin so Kari doesn’t run out while I’m gone. That would be a cats-ass-trophy.
Time for a snack and a nap. My right foot is really hurting but I don’t want to mention it to Dr Kari. She may make me drink some of that awful concoction she made from Dr Bubba’s internet clinic. They say to ice it. Maybe I can just leave my right boot at home tomorrow and it will feel better.
Cooper, Teddy, and I would like to hear from some of you Trump haters about how good things are going. Just wait it will only get worse. I guess you are all speechless.
Stay safe and healthy, my friends.

Thank you Lord for watching over us.

I’ll be in touch.

Blue skies!!!

The view from the outhouse
Sunday January 31
Good morning from Silty Slough. Wow, I slept a long time. It was light out when I woke up about 9:30, 2 minutes after sunrise. Sunset is 5:28 for 7 hours 58 minutes, another good gain over yesterday. I didn’t look at the thermometer before I went outside with the boys but as soon as I stepped out in my t shirt and underwear I could tell it was below the goose egg mark. We didn’t tarry. I don’t understand why they have to go all the way out in front of the fuel tanks to poop where we fuel the snow machines. Guess it doesn’t matter, at these temps it is flash frozen. You just step on it instead of in it. Showing -8 here, -15 at Skwentna. I think I will wait a while before I go back outside.

Friday morning the cell tower was still down. I spent most of the morning worrying if the Kardashian’s were ok. About 11:30 the boys went nuts, Kari said someone is here. Good chance it is Roger. I went downstairs and outside in my slippers and long underwear. Our friends Tom and Charlie are here. Tom read about the trouble I was having with the little snow machine on the view. He decided to stop by and lend a hand. In no time they had the pull rope replaced and the clutch freed up. All I had to do was tell them which drawer in the tool box to find the tools they needed. I can’t wait for them to come back again. With that chore crossed off my list I figured it was time for a break and a bite to eat. Instead of unloading the freight sleds I obliged when Kari threatened to spank my arse in a couple games of Rummikub. I Googled it to check the spelling and also found the rules thoroughly explained. We have been doing some things wrong. I think Kari’s mom Shelley Hoyle taught us to play. The tower came back at about 4:30 so we are back in comm.
Saturday
It’s Kari’s birthday. We are going to the Phillips this evening to celebrate. The boys want to go for a run. The new snow from Thursday has firmed up a bit so I hooked up the groomer. I headed through the woods and down the ramp and made one pass on the river trail that Roger has marked along side the airstrip. I try to make the trail ultra smooth to keep traffic off the strip. So far everyone has stayed on the trail. If they want to ride on the strip there isn’t much I can say, after all it isn’t just my river.
I was going to groom more of the trail so I took the boys back to the cabin to leave them. When I went to the door to let them in Kari had it cracked open a bit, she was wrapped in a towel. Yea baby!! No luck she was upset. The electricity had tripped off a few minutes earlier. The on demand water heater needs electricity to light the propane so the water was immediately cold right in the middle of her shower. I went to the shed and moved the switch on the generator to manually start it. I’ll solve the glitch a bit later. For now I think I’ll just head down the trail with the groomer. I made the 4 mile round trip to Roger’s ramp. It seemed to help, it was sunny and my nose wasn’t cold, so I decided to head for Skwentna. About a mile out of the slough I spotted a musher a couple hundred yards off to the left of the marked trail on a ghost trail. Some travelers like to find their own way, sometimes it is shorter and smoother, most of the time not. I like to stay close to the marked trail. The musher joined up with the trail ahead of me and waived as I passed on his right. I made the turn around at the post office and headed for home. According to the mile marker that I ran over it is 5 1/2 miles one way. The first pass grooming helped and the second pass was helping more. Just as I came off the Skwentna River into a short slough connecting to the Yentna, I met a dog team coming up the trail. I pulled over and shut my machine off. I’m fumbling to get my heavy mittens off and get my phone out for a picture. Too late. Wait there is another team right behind. Missed them. Here comes a third one. Finally got a snapshot. I wouldn’t call it a photograph. On to the slough. I could see where their narrow sled tracks had been running on the newly groomed trail. I know they appreciate it.
I got home just in time to get a shower and be off to Roger and Myra’s to celebrate Karis birthday. I pulled the groomer since I was going anyway. Kari didn’t want to follow me at the 10 mph grooming speed so she shot around me kicking up snow in my face. We had an enjoyable evening with drinks, snacks, birthday cake, and Rummikub.
When we got suited up and ready to leave, I told Kari not to run off and leave me, she has the pea shooter and Bulwinkle may be on the trail.
I’ve spouted enough hot air to bring the temp up to 1 below. I think I’ll round up some bread, lettuce, tomato, and mayonnaise to have a sandwich bolognese. Then I need to unload the sleds, check the solar batteries, and maybe groom a little more. If I keep it up I may come to be known as the “Groom Ripper”
I told Kari if the guy with a similar name comes for me, just get rid of the body. Don’t say anything to anybody. Keep posting the view. If these arse hole Democrats can vote from the grave, I should be able to collect my full pension and social security for eternity. Oh, and keep casting my vote absentee.
The electricity just tripped off again, I hope Kari isn’t in the shower. I was just kidding about the mile marker.
From the asylum at Silty Slough, have a great day!!

Thank you Lord for good friends.

I’ll be in touch.

Blue skies!!

The view from the outhouse
Friday January 29
Hello from Silty Slough, Alaska
I’m writing this at 6:24 after laying awake for an hour or so. It is 18 degrees. I can see the full moon high in the western sky through a thin overcast. It hasn’t snowed anymore since I was out grooming yesterday evening. I’m still learning about grooming. To do a really good job the conditions have to be just right. Yesterday there was about 3” of fresh snow on the trail. The groomer is long and designed to shave off the high spots and fill in the low spots. From experience I figured I could do a lot with 3”. Instead the groomer picked up a lot of snow and it spilled over the back. I know I filled in some low spots and probably made some high spots higher. I made two trips the two miles down to Roger’s ramp and could tell the difference. It is hard to turn the big rig around just anywhere so you have to look for a good place. It was snowing and the light was very flat making it difficult to see. I got off in the pucker brush a few times. I’ll have to go back and straighten things up today. I’ll try to get some pictures of the rig and the operator. I’m all bundled up with a new black headsock that covers everything but my eyes. I lost my old headsock at the wood cutting party. If this was sand instead of snow you would think some lady was wearing her berka grooming the desert. I guess she would have been doing that on a camel though.
I mentioned in previous post that our cellular service comes from one lone tower 15 miles west of us on top of Shell Hill, accessible only by helicopter. The next closest tower is back in Willow and out of range. Anchorage is 60 miles as the crow flies and too far. The next one due north of us is over the pole somewhere in Europe. So you can say we are at the end of the line. Internet is available from the satellites but I’m holding out for Elon Musk’s new Starlink system. Our only other means of communication is our SpotX that we carry on the trail for emergencies. Push the button and here they come in the helicopter weather permitting. We can also use it to send and receive limited text to let family know our cell isn’t working. It comes from a weird (i before e except after c, isn’t that weird.)phone number. They think it is spam and just delete it. It is a little better than smoke signals.
Why am I telling you all this? Last night about 8 I was checking on the Kardashian’s. I can’t sleep unless I know they are ok. My cell phone started going from the usual Verizon LTE to roaming to no service to roaming. Usually Kari is on some app and stealing all the signal from our booster. Hers is doing the same. We can’t do anything roaming so our phones are dead in the water. We are isolated, no Facebook, no weather forecast, no texting, no calls…. actually it is sort of nice. We sat down and played a couple games of Rummikube. Not sure of the spelling, it’s dark and I don’t want to get out of bed to look on the box. I’ll just Google it….no cell. After a while you start feeling really isolated. I don’t know if it is not having it or not knowing just when it is going to start working again. Kind of like the dempanic. The good news is that we can delay worrying about what “President by cheating Biden” has done to destroy the country today. No news is good news. The news doesn’t really matter anymore anyway because it is too hard to sort the fly shit out of the pepper.
We can’t check the stock market, can’t do any online banking, can’t email, and if we were dumb enough to play the lottery we couldn’t check for the winning numbers.
Teddy and I were going to tell you about our next money-making adventure but we need Google maps, so that’s on hold.
One thing we have been concerned with is the lack of response from the Trump haters. I think I’m just insignificant or the haters have me blocked. Teddy thinks the Trump haters can’t read and we need to put the view on something like an audio book or get Radio Free Silty Slough cranked up and read the view aloud on the air. Another good idea Teddy, Outhouse Talk Radio. Now that’s some real shit for you Trump haters. All we need is cell service and some sponsors. We should be able to attract a huge audience since most of the Trump haters have their heads so far up their asses they have turned themselves inside out anyway. What do you think?

I’m in a tiz now. I can’t post this view until the cell tower gets repaired. I’m sure Cooper will alert me when the helicopter flies by on the way to Shell Hill. Why would they put a cell tower so far out in the sticks anyway? Short answer Bill Clinton. He decided everyone should have 911 service, so the government spends millions of dollars every year so that a few hundred people can have cell service. Could have issued everyone in the area a satellite phone with unlimited minutes way cheaper with better coverage. How much do you think it costs to make one helicopter trip out here to fuel or repair the system? Thousands.
Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate all you Trump hating liberals having to subsidize cell phone service for me and my neighbors. Thank you.
Looks like the weather is good enough for the helicopter to fly. Until then our primary means of communication is our snow machine so we can talk face to face.

Stay safe and healthy my friends.

Thank you Lord

I’ll be in touch

Blue skies!!!

The cell tower just came back at 4:30 today.

The view from the outhouse
Thursday January 28
Good morning from the asylum. It was 11 degrees above zero this morning when I got up the first time. We have about 3 inches of fresh snow. Later today I will get the groomer hooked up and see what I can do for the trail from Roger’s to the Skwentna post office. I don’t have much hope for the arrival of the mail plane today since it is still snowing.

Our neighbors that flew over the slough Tuesday sent pictures of the strip. I have them attached to this post. Please don’t look at them unless you have the proper security clearance. Yesterday was supposed to be a big day. I went downstairs to the combination shop/ shower/ commissary/ den and put the belt on Thor’s snow machine. It started after a couple pulls. It sure pulls hard for a little engine. I’m glad all our other machines have electric start. I put my jacket and mittens on ready to ride it right out of the shop. Gave it the throttle, garage door open, the dogs and cats run for cover, nothing but smoke. Maybe I got a little extra oil in the 50:1 mixture. It didn’t move. Opened the cowl back up, the clutch has seized on the shaft. Removed the belt and sprayed the clutch with Krown Oil magic fix-all spray. I pulled the start rope a couple times, doesn’t start. One more pull, it kicks and the old start rope breaks. I pulled the starting assembly off the engine and laid it on the bench. Enough mechanics for now. The way things are going if I take it apart, the retract spring would wrap around my head, break my glasses, and crush my hearing aids. The glass is half empty at this point.

Kari made chicken gnocchi soup. She like most other good cooks uses the recipe as a start then tweaks it up quite a bit. Way better than Olive Garden. The loaf of home baked bread was wonderful. She topped it off with a home baked mixed berry pie and ice cream. If Colonel Sanders could cook this good he’d be a General by now. Took a while to spell Colonel, I couldn’t even come close enough for spell check to fix it, but I have Google. At one point I was just going to do the Col. thing.
After dinner I decided to work on my sense, no not that sense, the one that came in the mail.
It was easy to install in the breaker panel and in no time it made a beep and the lights flashed signaling everything was correctly wired. I tried to communicate with it via my cell phone but it turns out I need a wireless access point for the WiFi. I’ll run right down to the Skwentna Best Buy and pick one up. Not. Another project in the holding pattern. I think I will assemble the stainless steel laundry tub that we picked up on the last Costco trip. It is well made and went right together, legs, faucet, basket strainer. The supply lines have a smaller fitting than the old one. I’ll have to get different supply valves at the Skwentna Lowe’s that they haven’t built yet. Another project enters the hold. Now I have projects stacked up in the hold like going to LaGuardia on Friday night with a severe thunderstorm over the field. Expect further clearance time is days not minutes, time to punch out and proceed to my alternate. Upstairs for a Tiger Woods, Woods being plural in this case. Teddy joined me with a bowl of water, he doesn’t like me to drink alone, and we discuss a new venture. With all the supplies in Kari’s stash and all the fuel we have been hauling we are going to open the Silty Slough gas station and convenience store. Teddy thinks we will need two gas pumps. One for the liberal Trump haters and “President by cheating Biden” supporters. I like how that now comes up all in one phrase in my spell check. This one will be priced at $8.47 a gallon. If you show up with a MAGA hat or T-shirt, or have a Trump flag or sticker on your snow machine you can use the other pump at $2.39 a gallon. I know this is below cost, but Teddy says since “President by cheating Biden” supporters think cheating is just fine, it is ok to cheat them and pass the savings on to our fellow Trump cult. To add insult to injury we will donate $1 a gallon for each gallon sold at the liberal pump to the 2024 Trump election campaign. We will also send $1 to St. Judes for each gallon sold. Watch for the grand opening.
Can you imagine if “President by cheating Biden” would spend 2 billion dollars on cancer or Alzheimer’s research? That would help everyone in the World. Instead it gets sent to some third World politicians where it doesn’t do one ounce of good for the suffering people. He may even be able to find a cure for himself and keep the Ho out of the Oval Office. Teddy and I have had enough, we need to go outside for a potty break.

Thursday

It is time to get up and get with it, barrels of fuel to unload, trails to groom. It is supposed to reach 19 today, that’s 30 degrees warmer than yesterday morning. I should get up and get the coffee started, wonder what the cook has in mind for breakfast?

I hope all of you have a wonderful day. Please share the view with your friends. Our new gas station will need the business.

Thank you Lord for waking me up for another day.

I’ll be in touch.

Blue skies!!!

The view from the outhouse
Wednesday January 27
Good morning from Silty Slough. 11 below zero at 6:30. It is as clear as a bell, whatever that is. I can’t hear very well so I’m unable to identify with that. I’m more able to identify with “Colder than a well diggers arse in the Klondike” I think the moon is out full but couldn’t tell for sure because I didn’t put my glasses on. The temperature should drop a bit more until the sun rises at 9:41. The days are rapidly getting longer, seven hours and thirteen minutes of sunshine.
Yesterday our neighbors at Wolf Lake flew out and made a few passes over Silty Slough International. They texted that they didn’t see any moose but saw four wolves on the way out. I figured I should get the runway groomed in case anyone would like to stop. A friend messaged and wanted the GPS coordinates so I’m looking forward to a visit from him. Mayor Cooper is looking forward to the revenue from the landing fees. How many dog biscuits would you say for landing in a Cessna 185?
I had Roger’s metal trail groomer and needed to trade back to his wood groomer. Kari and the boys were going to go along and have coffee, but the boys wouldn’t cooperate and get in their kennel for the ride so they stayed in the cabin with the cats. They could just run the 2 miles but we don’t want them to get into that habit. I’m sure they would then go for coffee anytime they felt like it. I swapped groomers and headed back up the river through Silty Slough and then on up to the Skwentna post office. It had warmed up to about 10 degrees, the trail was still firm so the groomer didn’t do as much as I would have liked. You groom at about 10 miles an hour so it took a bit of time. I had two items to mail so I dropped them off at the post office so they would make it on the mail plane Thursday. We had 3 packages to pick up the most important being the belts for Thor’s snow machine, followed by an Apple lightning to HDMI adapter to stream Amazon movies to the TV. Let’s get this grooming done so we can talk. I forgot to mention that I met a couple dog teams coming down the trail training for the Iditarod. I stopped and shut my machine off while they passed. Never thought to unzip my jacket pocket, get my phone out, and take pictures. One neighbor posted yesterday that if she stopped and took all the good pictures she wouldn’t get anywhere. I agree and will try to do a bit better to keep you interested in the view. If I don’t stop talking I’ll never get this trail groomed. Anyway I was pleased that I could tell where I groomed on the way up so the second pass on the way back to the slough should help a little more. Back at the slough I made the 12 or 14 trips up and down the runway to get it ready for business. Kari came down and picked up the packages and had them open when I got back to the cabin.
One of the packages contained something that you Trump haters should all order. It is sense. It is really pretty common among conservatives. I’ve had some for a long time but decided to order more. This sense lives in the electrical panel, and learns the signature of each electrical load and reports each to your phone. It knows when the well pump is running, when the boiler is running, when the heater in the generator shed is on, it knows when the outhouse light is on and will alert you when loads are on for too long. I can’t wait to get it connected to my system today.
By the way all you Trump haters where is the Biden cheering section? Why aren’t you rooting for all the things he has done? How do you feel about your daughters and granddaughters competing against boys in sports and peeing and showering in the same locker room? When the Ho takes over it is only going to get worse. You need to get some sense on order right away, just get the common one and have it expressed mailed today.
Teddy and I hit the mother lode, this is even better than the Silty Slough gold mine. We bought an ATM on auction. As soon as it is delivered we will have unlimited amounts of money. Anytime we need anything here at the slough we can just get the money out, take a picture of it and remote deposit it to your bank. Let us know if you have any pea shooters or anything else of value for sale. We can get the cash to you right away. BTW does anyone know where to get the paper that the ATM prints the money on. That is how they work isn’t it? No fear in the slough now, if we run out of toilet paper we can wipe our arse with 20 dollar bills. I hope they put Joe and the Hoes picture on them. Sorry Cooper”President by cheating Biden” I guess Karmella is still referred to as the Ho. I was worried about the cost of the electricity to run the ATM machine, but who cares, if we run short of money we will just print more.
It is supposed to warm up in a couple days so I can groom the trails again. I’m going to try to keep the trail as smooth as I can. Some of you think I’m doing my civic duty for the community, actually I just like a smooth fast ride when I go down to Rogers or up to the post office.
I just got word my truck is repaired in Indiana. Teddy and I are planning an adventure from Alaska to Indiana to Georgia to Arizona to Oklahoma back to Indiana to Michigan and back home. Should be a real money maker. Just waiting on the ATM to arrive. I will talk more about it in the next View.
We are still busy with Kari and BobbyRay Howard working on the Snow Machine Rodeo and Wild West Show from comments in the last post of the view. You can check it out at http://www.siltyslough.wordpress.com
That’s about enough BS for today. Since I live at the asylum some of you may think I’m crazy. I just like to keep you wondering.
I hope you all have a great day. Stay safe and healthy.

Thank you Lord for the sunshine.

I’ll be in touch.

Blue skies!!!

The view from the outhouse.
Tuesday January 26
Hello all from Silty Slough. It has been a over a week since my last post. No frost on the pumpkin this morning, it done froze and busted. One below zero on my bare legs when the boys and we went out to do our business.
I was texting with a friend in California last night. He said it was 40 there and they were huddled around the fireplace warming up. I told him it was 12 here. He said it didn’t even get that cold in their freezer. I’ll give you the day by day to get caught up.

Sunday January 17
Last night we left the river at Fish Lakes Creek for a shortcut to Roger and Myra’s house to get our mail that Roger had picked up earlier. Important package, repair parts to get our grandkids snow machine going. It is the main reason for Thorian to make the trip out here. Quite a trip out here riding double with Grandma Kari. It is still warm low 30s so unloading Clyde, the fuel barrels, and the treadmill isn’t too much of a chore for the three of us. We only had room to pump one barrel into our storage, so we will have to buy a couple more empty barrels the next trip in.
Now it is time to get the 1978 200cc Arctic Cat Lynx snow machine going. We need to replace the throttle cable and kill switch with new ones from a vintage dealer in Rice, MN. I can’t believe original parts are still available. All finished. I gave it a couple pulls and decided we needed some fresh fuel. While I was mixing the fuel and oil, Kari was looking everything over. Where is the drive belt? After all she is the resident expert on belts, having changed a Yahama belt in record time representing SkiDoo riders at the snow machine rodeo in Dawson City, Yukon about 10 years ago.
It’s right there and there is a spare. I guess not. Someone must have needed both of them more than they thought we did while it was parked in our stall at the landing. Bummer, well it started with the fresh gas. I’ll call Jerry back in Minnesota in the morning and get a couple on the way. Needless to say Thor is disappointed.

Monday January 18
Today I ordered the belts. It is still too warm for this time of year. Tomorrow we need to go back to town for some appointments on Wednesday and Thursday. I can’t remember too much else about today’s activities except the cook outdid herself by making halibut chunks and corn fritters with honey butter.

Tuesday January 19
It is still warm and we are concerned with the overflow conditions on the river. We checked with trailmaster Roger and he said we would be ok and on the way back Friday to travel light, 1000 pounds or so on the sleds. After Thorian had his Zoom home school we put the boys in there kennel on the sled, mounted up and headed down the river with a couple totes of trash and one empty fuel barrel. It was a good run in with the only problem being flat light making it difficult to see. The overflow wasn’t a problem with just a couple mushy spots. Thorian decided he was going to stay in town until his machine was running for sure, so we made the trek into the big city from the landing.

Wednesday January 20
Some of you have a new President. Mayor Cooper has made a proclamation that anytime this president is mentioned in Silty Slough he will be referred to as, “President by cheating Biden”. We missed the inauguration like most people since it was at 8 o’clock in the morning and we don’t have TV anyway. I here there were about 100 spectators and over 25,000 troops at the big event. “President by cheating Biden” just can’t ever seem to draw a crowd. How’s that Coopy? We had an appointment at 2:30 so I had to get the Kubota out and blow the driveway at noon. The weather here is very different from the cabin. At the cabin we have feet of snow, at Wolf Lake we have a few inches, barely enough to cover the grass. I have to fast this evening for my appointment tomorrow.

Thursday January 21
My appointment is at 11 and then we are going to take our cabin neighbor Steve’s truck to town. He parks it by the hangar to save on the parking fees at the airport since he is only up here a couple times a year now that he retired from the Slope. I’ll drive it and Kari will follow and pick me up. He arrives Saturday to spend a month at his cabin. His truck has a 5 speed manual transmission. I can’t remember the last time I drove a stick, years. It comes back to you pretty quick after you kill the engine a few times. Soon I was double clutching it like you had to do the old International trucks just to take me back to my childhood. I remember driving Big Red an International wrecker back when I was 16 or 17 when I spent most of my time at the gas station next door to my house. Anyway I made it to Anchorage Park and left it with the attendant. I was sort of relieved when she said they would park it. Not to waste a trip to town we made a low pass at Costco and picked up a couple things we needed. $500 lighter and we still didn’t have anything for dinner. Off to the Palmer City Ale House so I could have the Bloody Mary with the cheeseburger on top.

Friday January 22
The nurse called with my test results. Everything was in range just favoring the high side. She recommended eating a bit healthier and exercise. I told her that I had been exercising, after all just this week I loaded a treadmill into my pickup, then loaded it on the freight sled, then unloaded it at the cabin. Next weeks exercise program is to move it inside. The following week, plug it in and move the junk that will already be piled on it. After all one can only do so much. I think I’ll teach the boys to use it so we won’t have to go out in the cold for their exercise. I can sit in the rocker and have a Tiger Woods while I monitor their program.

Saturday January 23
Steve arrived in the afternoon. We got into a big discussion about the liberal Trump haters and the sad condition of affairs after only a couple days of “President by cheating Biden”
The temps are still in the 30s all the way up the river so we are going to hang out here until Monday when the temp is forecast to be 18 for the high.

Sunday January 24
Teddy and I need to get some empty fuel barrels for our next venture. More about it in the next view. I called my usual place that has them for $10 but they don’t have some. Motor oil and other lubricants come to Alaska in barrels, they are not worth shipping back so there are several people that make a business of selling used barrels. Teddy and I hadn’t talked about it or anything but as if by magic these barrels popped up on FB marketplace. I text the guy and he said to come on over $15 each. I got there, being a cheap airline pilot I offered $50 for four. He immediately said no. Ok full price. They were a bit heavy when we loaded them. When I got home I drained 1 gallon of new clean 10w 30 motor oil out of each one. Net cost zero or less. BobbyRay do I have to report the oil as income or can I send the barrels to Alabama for the chickens to stand on while painting the north side of the silo from your previous question?
I needed to accomplish something today so I worked more on the material list for Spruce Manor. Building material is out of sight since Aunt Teefa and the BLM turmoil sucked up all the plywood boarding up everything. We have decided to press on just like any other government project. Start out over budget, we can always downsize later. But it will be too expensive to downsize then so we will just continue over budget. Someone will bail us out. Maybe the boys can help by getting a student loan and going for their masters in bird chasing or barking at snow machines. I’m sure they can get employment somewhere. If not some of the working people with skills and jobs will bail them out. Please don’t get me started. I’m supposed to pay for some dip shit liberals degree in underwater basket weaving.
We made a quick trip to the landing to drop off 3 new 100# propane tanks and to pump 108 gallons of electricity into two of our new barrels. I had enough Fred Meyer fuel points from their liquor store to get a dollar a gallon off 105 gallons of gas. Would that be considered drinking and driving? I don’t want to break the law.

Monday January 25
Today is the day to return to civilization. It is 10 degrees so the river has firmed up. Pack up the totes, get the cold food in a cooler so it won’t freeze, load a 110 gallon aluminum truck tank to be used for the generator, and head for the landing after driving through Arby’s. 2 fish for $6, what the heck 4 for $12. One may be good on the trail at Scary Tree. At the landing the machines fueled and oiled, boys in the kennel, everything loaded and strapped down, we are ready to head up the creek. No paddle necessary. Made our usual stop after about 5 miles to check our load. We met Roger at about the 10 mile marker, grooming the trail. He asked if I wanted to make a round trip tomorrow, Kari said yes, I said I didn’t know. I don’t have anything at the landing to haul so by the time I go to town and round up enough to make a load it would make for too long of a day. We headed on and at the normal overflow spots we could see it had been really mushy. My sled is fairly light today about 1200 pounds, it would have been interesting yesterday. A good incision to wait until today. This is the first year for mile markers on the trail. I make all kinds of mental calculations as we pass each marker, 5 miles, do this 10 more times and we are there, 18 miles one third of the way, 24 miles one third of the second third done, 27 miles half way, 37/54ths of the way, and so on. Soon it is one mile to go to Silty Slough. Kari and I head up the ramp and make the loop to climb the hill to the cabin no problem. We have arrived at our asylum 80 feet above Silty Slough. Heat and electricity are still operating, the cats are happy to see us. Well as happy as cats can act. The boys are out of the kennels and rolling in the snow at their happy place.

Thank you Lord for a good safe trip.

I’ll be in touch.

Blue skies!!!

I’m not getting a lot of traffic on the blog siltyslough.wordpress.com. I’m beginning to think it may not have been worth all the work.

The view from the outhouse
Sunday January 17

Good morning to all from Silty Slough. Early to bed last night so nature called me and the boys at 5. It’s 30 degrees light snow, actually dark snow because it isn’t daylight yet, way to warm for this time of year. Normally it is on the minus side of zero now, but I don’t think there is a normal anything anymore. Snow is in the forecast for most of this week. Sunrise is at 10:04. Six hours and twenty two minutes for today. We have gained an hour and thirteen minutes since Dec 21st.

Back to the adventure… Wednesday I repaired the truck. I was dreading it because I didn’t want any more problems. It was a quick fix and soon Kari and I were on the way to the dump to unload the trash we hauled in from the cabin. $15 dollar minimum for 300 pounds, we only had 120. Next time I’m going to load up some dirt or ice and snow to dump just to feel like I’m getting my money’s worth. Back at home Kari and I loaded Clyde into the back into the pickup by sliding him up an extension ladder. I will write that it was her idea until she reads the View then I will delete it. Clyde weighs about 160 pounds. I took him to Palmer and he gained 462 pounds at the Fred Meyer propane pump and my wallet lost a little weight at the cashiers window, but I regained the lost weigh right down the street at Dairy Queen. Back home I decided to check on the boiler, everything looks good except for a wet spot on the drywall and a puddle on the floor below the whole house water filter. I was hoping one of the boys just hiked their leg but it was too high on the wall. They would have had to have stood on a 5 gallon bucket. They get really depressed when they have to come to town and usually let us know in their own subtle ways. I tried to write suttle, but spell checker wouldn’t let me. I have Google, so I know everything. Suttle is an often misspelling of subtle meaning cunning. I learned something already today, now I can go back to sleep.
Short story long, their was a tiny crack in the plastic canister. I could barely feel the water spray. At the cabin I would have drilled a hole in it and put in a screw with a rubber washer. But here it is off to Lowe’s, no they don’t sell just the canister like a real mom and pop hardware store would, so I bought a whole new filter for only $70. Lowe’s usually has just enough stuff to make a DIYer dangerous. I guess it was good it leaked because when I took it apart there was quite a bit of sediment from the last big earthquake two years ago. It says to change every 3 months, but I just wait until the water comes out of the shower head about the same volume as one of the boys hiking their leg. Filter repaired, another cats-ass-trophy narrowly averted. Spell check that. Fact check it too, you whiney little mamby-pamby Trump hating liberals. Sorry, trying to multitask and lost my train of thought. Train or trane? Hello Google.
I think everything is repaired, no just one more thing. The earthquakes must have shifted the house ever so slightly and the deadbolts on two doors won’t lock. A quick adjustment of the strike plates and we are back in Ft. Knox again. Who would want into Ft. Knox anyway? The country is broke. Wait til Joe and the Ho take it completely into bankruptcy and have the big liquidation sale. I’m going to fill the yard at the asylum with Civil War statues for pennies on the dollar. Kind of like bear bait, when the liberals come to take them down…well you know the drill.
Friday morning Costco run. Pretty painless. Got my left hearing aid repaired, but I don’t want to hear anything from the left anyway. Picked up Thorian at 11, he is going to the cabin with us tomorrow to work on his new 1978 snow machine. Get the ice cream home and in the freezer. Clyde needs to go to the landing to make room for all the supplies we are hauling tomorrow. We have just enough time to be back for dinner with the Gahans at 6. Clyde is standing up in the bed of the pickup but has his seatbelts on so I guess it is legal. 45 minute drive to the landing, back up square to the side of the sled,unfasten Clyde’s belts, and lay him down. Now the trick for a 68 year old man, a younger woman with two titanium knees, and a small boy to get Clyde gently onto the sled without hurting any of us. Clyde laid down head first so we have to spin him around in the pickup bed. Thank God for a little snow and ice in the bed, Clyde is fairly easy to turn around. Now roll Clyde on an angle and work him back on the tailgate. Now one more angle and he is hanging over the edge. He slides off as gently as 622 pounds can and stands up on the sled. In the past he has been hard to get along with and jumped onto the sled and right on off onto the ground. Then 622 pounds of gravity was working against us instead of for us. He was kind of like being a Democrat. He is smarter and easier to get along with now that he is older.
All that is left is to pump a hundred gallons of diesel from a tank in the truck bed to two barrels on the sled. I got this fuel using my Fred Meyer fuel points for a dollar off a gallon so it is worth the trouble. Everything done, back to Wasilla and the Trout House for dinner and a visit with friends. After dinner we packed up the totes for the trip up the river tomorrow.
Saturday weather is good, we are up at 7 to do the final packing. Cold food in the cooler. Everything loaded and we are on the road again. A quick stop at Wendy’s for breakfast. The guy at the drive through was a dog lover and asked if the boys would like a sausage patty. Sure. He said to be careful they just came off the fryer. I didn’t want the boys to get burned so I put the two patties on my sandwich. The boys watched me eat my sandwich and then started liking my face thanking daddy dog for looking out for them and protecting their little tongues from getting burned. Kind of like the Democrats act toward the government.
Just kidding..not about Democrats but what actually happened. Kari broke up the sausage on a plate and let it cool then hand fed it to them. Then they ate part of my sandwich and Kari wiped their mouths with a napkin. Democrats again.
On to the landing, warm up and fuel the machines. We loaded the totes, a hundred pound bottle of propane or pane as I call it, and a treadmill. I’m going to convert the treadmill from being motor powered to being a generator to get a government grant for being in the Silty Slough green energy program. BobbyRay Howard we need a name and acronym for the program. I was green in a previous life, some of the other guys were red. I liked most of the red guys, but some have turned blue. It ain’t easy being green and it is very expensive. With all the colors you may think I’m racist, but believe me there isn’t a racist bone in my body. I believe I’m Appalachian Mulengeon, part Cherokee, and some African blood, along with some Scotch and Irish, so it would hard for me to be racist. The way I figure it everything was destroyed in the flood so we are all descendants of Noah. Therefore there is only one race. I have a hard time with stupid people no matter what their color. I do think the stupid ones that are blue should sit in the back of the bus. Nothing to do with race or religion.
Everything is tied down, get suited up in our traveling clothes and we are ready. We have a convoy running together today. Roger and Myra, their neighbors, and the 3 of us.
It was a good easy run today. A stop at 5 miles to check the straps and security of the load. One other short break and two whistle stops to pick up a couple sled dog booties.
Steam coming from the boiler exhaust at the cabin was good sight when we came over the rise behind the root cellar. Totes are unloaded carried in and their contents put away. Clyde, the treadmill, and the fuel need to be unloaded tomorrow. Bonnie and Earl will want to go to town next trip to gain some weight. Time to sit a minute and check on the Kardashians. Now it’s time for the traditional cabin arrival day chili dogs, a Tiger Woods, and a nap.
Tomorrow is a big day. I don’t know just what but a really big big day. Stay tuned and check out siltyslough.wordpress.com

Stay safe and healthy my friends.

Thank you Lord for helping me repair things.

I’ll be in touch.

Blue skies!!!

The view from the outhouse.
Tuesday January 12, 2021
On Saturday we were planning to come in Monday morning with Roger. Sunday our neighbors at Wolf Lake went over to turn the heat up so that it would be toasty warm in the house when we arrive on Monday. They found the boiler not working, 41 degrees inside 32 outside. They tried a couple things but no luck getting it going. Kari and I decided to head on in so that I could doctor on the boiler. We loaded up the two freight sleds with empty fuel barrels, Clyde the 100 gallon propane bottle, the boys in their kennel, and about 6 totes of trash. Kari was pulling one freight sled with a tub sled on behind with a couple big bags of trash in it. I was pulling our wide freight sled “Bigfoot”. He has wider skis, sometimes good with a heavy load, sometimes not so good in deep or heavy wet snow. Kari is the lead dog today so I can watch the tub sled behind her. We got underway about 4:30. The trail is good, weather is good, and we are riding with helmets open. About eight or nine miles down the trail by Imm’s Inn I saw Kari disappear between two stakes marking a steep drop in the trail. Normal operation where you go off a sandbar onto the river ice. Roger had told us the river had dropped another 2 feet or so. I could see Karis lights on up the trail so everything is good. I came up between the stakes and looked down. It is really steep almost straight down about 8 feet. The little man in my head said “Don, this is going to hurt.” I could see the skis sticking straight down into the bottom of the trail and me going over the windshield. It wasn’t as bad as I first thought. Pretty firm at the bottom but it rounded out. Wonder what the boys thought of that one. It is dark now, we made a brief rest stop at Scary Tree and another to help a couple guys with an oil pump problem. Overall a pretty nice and easy trip. Clyde wasn’t cooperative at the landing, I tried to stand him up on my sled so I could load him into the pickup bed. He had other ideas and jumped off the sled. Kari helped me put him back on the sled, stood him up, and then we backed the pickup square to the sled and lifted him on up into the bed. In the meantime we wanted to leave the truck run to warm up. The boys have a habit of locking us out. I left the truck run and left the drivers side window down a bit so I could get to the lock, just in case. The boys decided to roll the window on down and jump out. I need to look for my spare key. We planned to take the two big bags of garbage with us but forgot in all the commotion. We will get the propane bottles filled tomorrow and bring them back. Then we can get the totes of trash and make a dump run.
We headed home. The back seat and the bed are completely full. The boys are riding on the center console and in Kari’s lap. This worked fine until we stopped at Wendy’s drive through. The boys hadn’t seen fast food in 3 months and expected us to share. It was quite a tussle.
As soon as we got home I checked that the gas range worked, just to be sure we had gas. Kari started a fire in the fireplace while I started troubleshooting the boiler. Changed the igniter and flame sensors. No workey. I’ll need to troubleshoot further tomorrow to see if I need a control board or a gas valve. My Cpap machine quit working Friday night so I was using my backup. We brought both in with us. The backup takes a different hose so I laid it out at the cabin. For some reason it didn’t want to come along.
The living room and kitchen warmed up to 65 degrees pretty quick. The bedrooms and baths not so much. I got in bed looking like I was dressed to run the Iditarod. 8 layers of blankets and 2 dogs made it pretty comfortable. I didn’t sleep much without my C-pappy. Kari bailed for the living room because of my snoring.
Monday I woke up and went right to work on the boiler. Lochinvar tech support helped me determine that the control board was bad. I called my distributor in Indiana and a control board, and a bunch of other spare parts (just in case) were on the way from Nashville, UPS overnight. I ran by Northwest Medical to pick up a hose for C-pappy and by the grocery store because the cupboards are bare at the house. Roger showed up at the house about 4 with the good news that the ravens had gotten into the bag of garbage I forgot at the landing. Kari and I took a trip back up there 40 miles one way, to get the rest of the totes and smooth things over. Oh, I almost forgot the truck started running bad about 4 miles from home. When we got parked in the driveway I could smell diesel fuel. Too dark and cold to mess with tonight. Kari had left Italian Bear cooking and it was ready when we got there. I thought it was beef, can’t tell the difference. We stayed up and visited with Roger for a while. I may have had a couple Tiger Woods. The living room warmed up to 70. Bedrooms and hangar are still cold. BTW the hot water comes off the boiler so cold water only. I was planning on sleeping better with the cpap hose. No workey. The machine would come on ok, then start pumping high pressure so that I couldn’t exhale. It worked fine at the cabin Friday and Saturday night. Tonight it would pump my belly full of air so I burped a lot. I thought the unit might just be cold. I put it under the cover but that didn’t help. I tried long enough that I was so full of air I farted. That was ok cause I put the end of the hose on Kari’s side with the machine under the cover. She had earplugs in so she didn’t even notice. I finally gave up. I figured out the machine heated the air a little bit so I set it on the nightstand and moved the end of the hose back to my side. I didn’t get very much sleep again.

Tuesday when I crawled out of bed Roger was already gone. I went outside to check the truck. Fuel pouring out underneath the engine.
I looked closer. A return line from one of the injectors came off. I called my buddy Jack Jones and he told me how to fix it.
Then I called Northwest Medical and figured out that the cpap takes a special hose like the one that stayed at the cabin. No they don’t sell that brand anymore but I can order online. That doesn’t help my sleep tonight. I took an old hose, my knife, some duct tape, and MacGyvered one. Sleep tonight.

My neighbor flys for UPS so I figured he would just bring my boiler parts, since we are neighbors and all. Instead a guy I don’t know in a little brown truck brought them about 4:30. Trying to spoil me. They don’t do this at the cabin.

I changed the board and we are heating water. I need to connect my laptop and adjust some parameters to make it more efficient. Hot showers and a warm bedroom tonight.

A lot of things have gone wrong in the last few days. So far I’ve been able to fix most of them. Just normal events up here in the frozen North.

Stay safe and healthy my friends. If things are going wrong for you just think of me and you will feel better.

Thank you Lord for the heat.

I’ll be in touch.

Blue skies!!!

The rest of my stories are at siltyslough.wordpress.com

The view from the outhouse
Saturday January 9, 2021

I can’t think of very much to write about. Last Monday the weather warmed up to about 10 degrees by noon so our guests headed back to uncivilization. We had a really great time over the holiday. I wrote 2020 in the date for my first post of the new year. 9 days into it I expected it to be better, so far no change. I’m afraid it is on the way rapidly downhill.
Kari and I have been running the boys and grooming the trails. It has warmed back up to underwear and slipper weather, no I guess I haven’t switched yet. Don’t get me wrong I’ve switched underwear just haven’t switched to warmer attire for short trips outside, short meaning less than 20 minutes. I met a person from downriver on FB. He came by the other day to visit but just waited down in the slough for 30 minutes afraid to come on up to the asylum. Scared that I may not be dressed so he headed on downriver to his place. He came back over the holiday. I had intel that he was coming so I met him at the door in my underwear.
Mayor Cooper hired a new director of program naming and acronyms for the Silty Slough government. If you are interested check out the previous View and the comments. We still have some ghost positions available. Good pay and benefits. Trump haters need not apply, but I guess you are still on the Democrat payroll from the presidential election.
The new director mentioned that one of the ghost employees was a preacher on the radio. This prompted Teddy and I to think about starting a radio station since FB is kicking everyone off that doesn’t agree with their liberal views. Keep listening for Radio Free Silty Slough…The spruce beetle station. Just waiting for our grant from the government. In order to reach everyone we will need about a 250,000 watt transmitter. It will take a bigger generator and a lot of diesel to run it. I’m sure the neighbors will kick in. At 250kw any light bulbs within 4 miles of the antenna will just glow all the time. Won’t matter if they are turned on or not. I’m not sure how far out the snow will be melted.
Teddy and I are making a list of Trump haters that we want to purge from our FB friends. If you want to be added to the list let us know. Teddy said that most of the Trump haters have their heads so far up their arses they have turned themselves inside out. He is a very smart dog.
We expect to get banned from Facebook soon so we copied the View and other adventures to a blog at siltyslough.wordpress.com The adventures are a little better organized and chronological for completed adventures. FB must have deleted some of my adventures or maybe I just posted them in my mind.
So now our speech is controlled by FB, Amazon is kicking Parler off their servers and The Wall Mart tries to dictate what is available to buy, just wait until Joe and the Ho get in control we will have no rights left.
Teddy and I were thinking about telling all of you fools that voted for Joe and the Ho, we hope you get exactly what you voted for. After thinking about it though we will be getting the same treatment. Higher taxes, less medical care, legal abortion until birth, open borders, 401k and pension attacked, to name a few. Wait until they open the floodgates at the border, what ignorant fools you are.
If any of you Trump haters can deny that there was massive voter fraud by the Democrats, I seriously question your integrity. Most of you are so spineless you won’t speak up.

Like I said, I didn’t have much to write about. If you check out my blog let me know so I can see if it is still worth doing it.

This afternoon we took the boys for a run down the airstrip, came home, deiced the freight sled, and had a great meal of moose nuggets, steak, and king crab.

The flamethrower that I’m deicing the sled with may come in useful if city hall is ever overrun by Aunt teefa. Who ever she is. I think we are safe for a while we are closer to Russia than Washington DC. Anyway it is a long bus ride from DC.

I’ll get back to writing more about cabin life in my next view.
Stay safe and healthy and stay out of The Wall Mart.

Thank you Lord

I’ll be in touch.

Blue skies!!!