We're studs

We’ve reached a major milestone at Loveless Lake: We’re down to studs on all walls.
Even in the kitchen, where Chris joyfully pulled out the cabinets, along with this beaut.

We occasionally fantasize about designing a pulley system or buying a snowmobile and sled to give us some extra power to haul all the stuff up from the cabin to the road. I did buy a little "come-along" recently because we thought we might need it to help us remove the refrigerator. We ended up sliding it up the snowbank and dropping it close to the road. (Hey, when you've got two rotting boats on your property, what's a fridge?)

Chris with a load of drywall. Refrigerator is on the left.



I'm bonded with the truck.



We're thinking a teardown party in the spring might be a fun way to help haul away the remainder of the Loveless carcass, and usher us into the next phase.


I'll provide food, beverages, a warm fire and a campsite for anyone who wants to burn a gazillion calories and work those glutes.

Any takers?

Our Super Saturday

The Packerheads were hyped for the Super Bowl when we headed out to Loveless the day before their showdown with the mighty Pittsburgh Steelers. Bar signs promoted weekend specials, kids at the Menards were decked out in Green Bay jerseys.

This was our first trip to the Wisconsin cabin with the “new” truck. We knew exactly what we wanted to do: Get those skanky, nasty, too-disgusting-for-words mattresses and box springs out of the cabin.

Our friend, and my former neighbor, Doug came along for the adventure, and we were grateful for his extra muscle. With thigh-high snow, it took the three of us to haul those things up the hill to the truck.



Doug and Chris celebrate.



I had to pay the Polk County Recyling Center $10 apiece to take them, but it was the best money I’ve  spent in a while. Some of the bad karma left the space with those mattresses. And more practically, we’ve got more room to stage the kitchen demo.


Mission Accomplished.

After we stuffed the truck with bags of insulation -- fuel for the Hennepin County garbage burner -- we took to the lake. Chris tried out snowshoes, and Doug and I headed out on cross-country skis.

Doug takes in the expanse of Loveless.

This was my first view of the front doors of my neighbors, and offered more evidence that Loveless is delightfully offbeat and fun. 

On the lake, we saw smattering of traditional ice houses and a several guys sitting on buckets next to their 4x4s. There also was a handful of vintage trailers that people were using as ice houses, something native Minnesotans Chris and Doug had never seen.

Up next: Figuring a way to pull the nasty, skanky refrigerator up the hill, using snowpack to our advantage.