Back into the Woods

Trevor hooked me up with one of these upon my arrival.

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So it had been a couple years since the last time my high school crew and I got together and camped out in the woods, and as such we decided it was high time for us to do so once again.  Being winter and all, none of us felt like tenting it out, so we opted instead to go up to Trevor's family cabin, out by Rosebush.  No running water and no electricity, but - like Rita's family cabin we stayed in a couple years ago - it ran on 'Amish Lighting,' powered via propane.  This meant it was nice and warm inside, and well-lit - all one really needs when roughing it out in the woods in the dead of winter.

I drove up after Abby's Girl Scout troop's World Thinking Day thing (I'll talk about that in a later post, I'm sure), so I didn't roll in until around 8pm or so Friday, and by that time the rest of the guys had established headquarters and were already starting on getting dinner together.  We stayed until late Sunday morning, and had a blast reverting to a bunch of stupid 16-year-olds for a couple days, with no wives, no kids, no responsibilities, and no connection to the outside world.

I could've definitely stayed longer, that's for damn sure.

Check it out, folks. . .

Trevor's family cabin in the woods.  Simple, rustic, and smells just as you'd imagine Trevor's cabin to smell.

Sean and his Dad, Tom, who came along for the weekend as well.

These propane lanterns do well in a pinch to create more light (and heat.)

Trying to figure out how to get the stove going so we can bake some potatoes and cook up the venison Trevor had brought up.

Scrunge tries out of the not-at-all-creepy hats that was hanging on the wall of the cabin. . .

Dinner time.

After dinner, we bundled up and trudged down a two-track path through the woods to a pond that was on the far side of Trevor's property, which had frozen over in the cold.  Scrunge set up a bunch of his lenses to take some pictures of the stars, which were ridiculously bright in the clear, cold air - we were far, far away from civilization, so there was next to nothing as far as light pollution goes.

Had to snap a picture of the crew to send out to all the other members of our high school squad that couldn't make it out this time. . .

Some late night snacking before bed (yes, that's a dog - Scrunge brought both of his up with him.)

The next morning, drinking some tar-ish coffee - boiling hot and bitter - before getting a start on the day.

Trevor's cabin.  After eating a hearty breakfast of bacon, tater tots, and eggs - courtesy of Tom - we suited up in winter clothes and prepared to explore the surrounding land.

This is what passes for a bathroom around these parts. . .

Smells like Sankpala, that's for damn sure.

The front porch (which was more or less a refrigerator this weekend - had to store the beer and food somewhere.)

I hadn't noticed it the night before (it was pitch black out by the time I rolled in), but the cabin sat atop a steep hill that overlooked a creek.

Sean decided to play with his shotgun for a bit - always a good time.

 

Scrunge's dogs were not big fans of this. . .

Down by the river, exploring an old sandbar that Sean had christened Seanlandia a couple years ago.  Of course.

This dead deer was located about 50 yards from the cabin, and was set there as bait for coyotes. . . which, I'm told, Trevor's cousins shoot from the comfort of the cabin's kitchen window.  We posed a couple pictures for the trail cams that were honed in on this location.

Returning to the frozen pond from the night before.

It was actually pretty warm out - mid-40s, thereabouts.

 

Can't take these guys anywhere. . .

Slainte.

Yes, Sean is always that guy.

Sean and his dad, walking the two-track back to the cabin.

Creating a fire pit for use later on in the night.

Too much damn walking for Scrunge. . .

What kinda Pet Cemetary bullshit is this???

This is some Injun spirit-conjuring nonsense, right here. . .

The back porch of the cabin, with the outhouse in the distance.

In the afternoon, a couple of the guys decided they were going to build themselves an igloo.

This is about as far as they got. . .

Evil spirits keep watch over the river.  Or so I assume.

Not entirely sure if this side porch here is up to code or not - I wouldn't trust it, that's for damn sure.

There was a dart board inside the cabin, but the darts were garbage.  Good thing Trevor had a blowgun lying around. . .

Scrunge has enough of Sean's lip at one point.  Hilarity ensues.

The evening's bonfire (my phone died for a few hours while we were walking about outdoors, so by the time I had an opportunity to plug it into my portable battery charger, it was already night.)

At the end of the night, exhausted from a merry time outdoors.  You can imagine how horrible we all smelled Sunday morning.

- Brian

Party Like It's 1899

Welcome back, folks.

Summer is quickly riding off into the sunset, but the Houghs aren't quite ready to lie down and die just yet.  With less than two weeks left before the Beginning of School, time is running out for last-minute, Hail-Mary shenanigans, so we've been pulling out all the stops to keep the Time Off season going as long as possible.

Enjoyed this one here at Rita's folks' before heading back to the cabin.

Smitty and Rita - are annual Camping and New Year's Eve partners - suggested we take a weekend towards the end of summer to go canoeing up in Evart, on the Muskegon River.  If that sounds familiar, it's because way back in 2015, about a month after the Houghs made their triumphant return to Michigan, the Sausage Pad reunited on that exact same river.

That was in tubes, but still. . . same river.

Rita's parents live in Evart, way out in the country, and own quite a bit of secluded land.  Far off, across a field behind their house, they even have a two-story hunting cabin built back in the woods, and it was here that Rita suggested we stay for the weekend.  The cabin had plenty of beds and furniture, and even had a small amount of running water (enough to flush a toilet a few dozen times, about.)  No electricity, but it had 'Amish lighting,' which is basically a series of gas lamps connected by pipes that run throughout the house, and you light them like you'd light a gas stove.

A little rustic, for sure, but a welcome break from our usual, Back-to-School routine of school supplies shopping, lesson planning, and otherwise watching summer die a slow and agonizing death.

So, here you are - another Hough/Smitty adventure into the wilds of Michigan. . .

Rita and her dad led us, in Kris' van, back to the cabin from her parents' house, and once there her dad showed us around the place.  It was way nicer than we were expecting -rustic, for sure, but much bigger and cleaner, and well-lit.  There were two bedrooms upstairs, the first being a loft at the top of these stairs shown here, that overlooked the downstairs, containing two twins beds (for the girls) and a double bed (for Kris and I.)  The second bedroom was separated from the main loft by a door, and had a full queen-size bed in there, along with a private balcony (that we were warned not to use, 'cause it needs some repair work.)  Because of that - and the fact that Smitty has a tendency of sleeping in - we gave that back bedroom to Rita.

This Amish lighting was pretty cool.  Rita's dad showed me how to turn it on and adjust the brightness:  turning the propane on from the main tank out behind the cabin, you then adjust the gas feed on the line itself, and strike a match.  Pretty easy stuff, really, and it really makes the cabin feel 'normal.'  It does heat up like a son of a bitch, though.

Storing our food and drinks in the coolers.  Smitty wouldn't be joining us until the following afternoon, unfortunately:  at the last minute, a day or so before we met up in Evart, he had jumped off a ladder at his work and a two-inch nail had gone through the sole of his shoe and through his foot.  While he was taking antibiotics for that, and visiting Urgent Cares, it was decided that it probably wasn't in his best interest to go frolicking in a river with an open wound.

Those fans off on the left wall there are turkey feathers (and feet.)

Upstairs on the loft (Abby's bed can be seen in the bottom-left corner.)

You can imagine how much Alayna the Animal Lover appreciated all the dead animals used for decoration in this joint. . . 

Alayna sets up her bed at the top of the stairs (the head of our bed can be seen at the bottom right corner, here.)  This setup gave me a little anxiety, because in the middle of the night it was COMPLETELY black - you couldn't see anything at all - so I was nervous a child was going to fall down the middle of the stairs in the night and kill themselves.  It got so hot at one point in the night (because of all the heat from the Amish lighting rising up to the second level of the cabin), that I got up to lie down on the couch downstairs.  The dog got up to follow me, and because it was so dark that he couldn't see, Watson fell down five or six steps.  He was fine, but still - rest assured for Night #2 I put out some night lights and didn't burn as many Amish lights in the evening.

Back to our evening, though.  We had all eaten dinner at Rita's parents house (they had grilled out for us, which was nice), so we settled in for some snacking on chips and cookies - and a craft beer or two for Yours truly - around the kitchen table.

Alayna suggested a card game, so since we didn't have TV or anything - and didn't feel like messing with a fire outside by this point in the night - we obliged.  The kids love playing this game called 'Trash' which is pretty low-skill, but takes a while to do. . .

High Stakes.

 

Settling in for the previously-discussed insanely hot and pitch-black night. . .

After surviving Night #1 (barely) it was time for a not-so-healthy breakfast.  Par for the course when camping with Rita and Smitty.

The Kitchen.  The Gas Stove worked, and I almost used it to make coffee (their coffee maker was designed to be placed over a gas stove), but we were idiots and didn't bring any coffee grounds.  I was beyond pissed.

After getting our things around for the day's big even - Canoeing on the Muskegon River - we loaded everyone up in Kris' van and drove back across the field to Rita's parents' house for a 'real' breakfast.  And a couple cups of coffee.

Kris forgot something back at the cabin, so here she is driving back down the trail (you got used to this after awhile.)  That building at the left is a greenhouse and chicken coop - Rita's parents have a pretty cool setup.

 If you look closely, you can watch Kris' van door slide open as she sets off down across the field. . .

 

By noon, we checked in at J & J's River Run - the same place we used for tubing back in 2015.  They had our canoes all ready to roll for us, so it was just a simple matter of getting the girls sized for life vests (which neither kid wanted to wear.)

Because Smitty sadly wasn't with us, I decided that Rita should be in the back of one canoe (she had a little experience canoeing), with Kris in the front.  We put Alayna in that canoe, knowing that, of the two girls, she'd be the one to lose steam first.  I then took the more demanding spot in the second canoe, and placed Abby at the bow to 'help.'  Still, we were able to cross the first bridge of the river - about a hundred yards downriver from the launch point - without any issue whatsoever.  Kris and Rita, on the other hand. . .

 Seriously.

It takes some definite skill to purposely hit a bridge support when there's so much river to use in between them. . .

The 'scary' bridges behind us, we set off down an uneventful stretch of the Muskegon. 

Another bridge.

 We saw a lot of these while out on the river.

Alayna started saying she was bored about ten minutes into the trip.  Everyone gave her the 'tough it up, buttercup' speech and let her stew for a bit.  Eventually she got over it.

Mom eats her lunch (we packed a ridiculous amount of food for this trip.)

This choice is from a local Michigan brewery, and not surprisingly makes me think of Electric Light Orchestra.

Abby handled this whole canoeing adventure insanely well, but we kinda figured she would.

Abby's water is NOT from a local Michigan brewery.

We rode alongside one another like this quite a bit, since we were in no rush on the river (we paid for a mere two-hour excursion, as we didn't think the girls could take a four or six-hour long trip.)

Eatin' chips.

 

 

There's a bit of a weight difference between Abby and I, so our canoe looked a lot like Chris Farley's dingy in Tommy Boy (though I'd like to think that I'm not that fat. . . yet.)

 

 

Going backwards downriver.  Because sometimes eight-year-olds forget which side to paddle on.

Aaaaaand now under a tree. . .

This mammal of whatever kind - muskrat, beaver, whatever - followed alongside us for a bit.  Sorry the picture quality sucks - despite the fact Kris and I had our smartphones in waterproof pockets, I had Alayna's Canon PowerShot out more, because I didn't want to drain my phone battery.  The zoom on it is worse than my phone, so these faraway shots are pretty crappy.

You get a lot of this along the Muskegon River.  The water level was about two or three feet lower than it should be, so I'm not sure if it's because the roots are suddenly exposed or what, but there was a ridiculous amount of trees fallen into the water.

 

Turtle Power.

After a mere hour-and-a-half on the river, we reached our destination.  The time estimate for our trip, like I said before, was two hours, but we didn't stop once, and actually kept up a fairly brisk pace.

 

I made sure this time, disembarking, that I didn't slip on any rocks and lose another pipe (like I did last time.)

Kinda patiently waiting while we empty out our canoes and coolers.

We had to sit on this super hot-as-f*** bus for like ten minutes while they finished stowing the canoes in the bus trailer.  Not fun.

Driving back to the Cabin.

I had realized, by Day 2, that I had neglected to take any exterior shots of the cabin the day before.  Whoops.

 

The balcony you see here isn't stable, so was unused throughout the weekend.  Those tanks off to the right are the ones I had to turn on every evening in order to light the Amish lighting.

 

Changing out of wet swimsuits and getting ready to head up to Rita's parents house again for dinner.  They were grilling out again, and Smitty would be meeting us up there within the next hour or two.

Watson stands guard.  We had left him inside the cabin by himself while we canoed, but whenever we drove up to Rita's parents' house, we took him with us (though we kept him outside, because her mom didn't want their dogs getting excited and peeing all over their living room. . . which, I guess, is something they do.)

View from the cabin porch.

This ranger was pretty fun to drive.  The first night we were there, Rita's dad had me drive him back up to the house using it, and showed me how it works.  Whenever I had to travel between the house and the cabin, you can bet your ass I took this bad boy.

The crop field separating the house and cabin.

Alayna wasn't a big fan of riding on this thing - it was loud, and felt like it would tip occasionally (though it wouldn't) while driving over uneven terrain - but Abby was up for a ride any time I got in.

Shortly before dinner, Smitty finally arrived.  Here, he's playing an impromptu game of Gaga Ball with the girls (not as much fun without the game's typical octagon-sided perimeter walls.

The girls got quite a lot of use out of this, too.  Rita's parents had it built just for their grandkids, which is something I can assure you I have absolutely no plan of doing for mine.

Rita's dad is a mushroom aficionado, and has some kind of accreditation with mushroom hunting, to the point where local distilleries and restaurants seek him out when adding mushroom flavor to their food and drinks.  This local gin distillery infuses their booze with a subtle hint of mushrooms, which you wouldn't think would be any good, but was surprisingly decent.

 Mushrooms are the alien life forms of food.

Driving back to the cabin in the ranger, Alayna chickened out half-way and opted to alight from the vehicle.  Watson ran after her, all the way from the house.

(They both got picked up by Kris in her van, a few seconds later.)

We built a campfire that night, and hung out for a few hours listening to local radio stations and playing this kid favorite, Speak Out. . . which is basically guessing what other folks are saying while they're wearing dental dams.  It's pretty hilarious.

The next morning, a heavy fog rolling in.  Smitty ended up sleeping until practically noon, since he stayed up by himself until five am or so.  The rest of us got around hours before that,  had breakfast back up at Rita's parents' house, then packed up all our things and said our goodbyes.  School's around the corner, and so the Houghs had to head back home to Civilization and ready ourselves for the impending doom.

- Brian