The glass of water on my bedside table hasn’t frozen. Yet. But the evening mist now leaves frosty geometric patterns across the windows; the deck sparkles in the moonlight; Smokey and Bosworth have come close to snuggling; and we store food in the refrigerator if we don’t want it to freeze. Yes, it’s fall in the…
A Note from Chris: As the season ends, and Monica is too busy with the final harvest to write a blog post, I'll share an essay with you.We hiked (a lot), dug a sand point well, tended a garden, defended ourselves against grasshopper swarms, stared at aspen groves, did some yurt-improvement projects, befriended (and then…
Never hate your enemies. It affects your judgment. —Don Corleone, The Godfather: Part III Here at the yurt there’s always a bane of the day. Mosquitoes, heat, rain, cold, weeds, leaky water pumps, ground squirrels, freaky sounds in the night, car-eating potholes, you name it. The scourge du jour? Grasshoppers. Big and small, neon-green to coffee-bean,…
If you live in awareness, it is easy to see miracles everywhere. —Thich Nhat Hanh In the two years that Chris and I have been together, our craziest idea to date has been to live in a yurt fifty miles up a dirt road, entirely off the grid. Now we’re on to Crazy Adventure Part…
Look for the bare necessities, the simple bare necessities, Forget about your worries and your strife; I mean the bare necessities are Mother Nature’s recipes that bring the bare necessities of life. — The Jungle Book June is typically one of the rainiest months here in the North Fork. Our driveway is a slip-’n-slide; the veggies…
After four months in Italy, we've finally returned to the yurt. If our first trip out to the property is any indicator, reentry into the North Fork atmosphere is going to be bumpy. The first part of the driveway, which we share with two other landowners, has welcomed the tidy sweep of a plow all winter.…
I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree. —Alfred Joyce Kilmer A Note from Chris: Monica thinks I'm obsessed with trees, aspens in particular. Perhaps she's right. I can think of worse things to obsess over.…
Flowers are the earth laughing. —Ralph Waldo Emerson As the undisputed “Crown of the Continent,” Glacier National Park is grand, with its expansive views, mammoth glaciers, towering Continental Divide, historic lodges, hulking grizzlies, and, of course, big sky. But it’s the little things that make the park and its surrounding areas memorable on a personal…
Like much of the U.S. right now, we are suffering from a brutal heat wave. The highs are twenty degrees above average and we haven’t seen a significant rainfall for over a week (though we did hike in a sleet storm near Logan Pass on July 3). Combine this with the fact that we are…
Happy Fourth of July! We hope everyone had a great time celebrating 236 years of independence from the Kingdom of Great Britain. We celebrated by sitting on the side of a dirt road, drinks in hand, to cheer on one heck of an irreverent yet patriotic, charming, and short parade. Classic Polebridge, and we love…
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