{"id":3538,"date":"2015-03-25T20:13:09","date_gmt":"2015-03-26T01:13:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stoccoroy.com\/blog\/?p=3538"},"modified":"2022-03-22T11:21:19","modified_gmt":"2022-03-22T16:21:19","slug":"pulp-cabin-chapters-i-iii","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stoccoroy.com\/blog\/2015\/03\/25\/pulp-cabin-chapters-i-iii\/","title":{"rendered":"Pulp Cabin, Chapters I-III"},"content":{"rendered":"

Spring break = five epic days of adventure at the cabin.
\n(And time to serialize the experience!)<\/p>\n

Chapter I \u2014 Crevasse<\/h2>\n

Our adventures began as we drove up the dirt road to the cabin and discovered a section covered with thick ice. The culvert under the road had frozen solid so a marshy stream began trickling over the road. In the course of the winter it produced a few feet of thick, glacier-like ice. (It had the same blue color associated with glacial ice.) This was only a mild obstacle due to loss of traction until we encountered the crevasse\u2014water had cut a channel directly across the road, easily two feet deep. On our way in we didn’t spot it in time and jolted across it. If it had been any wider, it would have been bad news. As it was, it just gave the shocks a workout. (A neighboring cabin owner with sharper eyes turned back rather than trusting his car to make it.) On our way out on Monday we laid logs inside it to provide support for the tires.<\/p>\n

\"Pointing<\/a>
Pointing upslope, where the meltwater cut into the ice.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
\"Griffin,<\/a>
Griffin, measuring the depth.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
\"We<\/a>
We were lucky that it wasn’t any wider.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Chapter II \u2014 Lake Ice<\/h2>\n

One of our main goals this trip was to cross Spring Lake and to continue exploring the trails on the south bank. (I would link to a post about our January skiing and snowshoeing adventures, but I haven’t posted it yet. Must remedy that soon.) Unfortunately, the lake ice was thinning and we weren’t brave enough to cross. We saw some ice fishermen out on our first day, so we assumed it was solid, but upon scouting we found too many dicey areas for comfort. Hearing the ice loudly crack beneath my feet sent me scurrying for shore. With the warming weather the lake remained vocal throughout the trip, providing a soundtrack of otherworldly groans, crystalline pops and cracks, and occasional booming detonations.<\/p>\n

\"Spring <\/a>
Spring Lake <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Preparing <\/a>
Preparing to head out <\/div> <\/div>
\"Scouting <\/a>
Scouting the ice <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Sarah <\/a>
Sarah demonstrating some ice safety techniques <\/div> <\/div>
\"By <\/a>
By Sarah’s feet you can see one or our ski trails from January. <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Contemplating <\/a>
Contemplating an icy plunge. <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

Chapter III \u2014 Bushwhacking<\/h2>\n

Deciding to remain on the north shore, we went on some extended hikes, including one where we left the trail and bushwhacked for a few hours. We clambered over (and under) fallen trees, examined fairy doors on mossy tree trunks, debated the origin of animal spoor, and got remarkably confused about our location. (Google Maps, of course, sorted things out for us, but we were astonished at how quickly the unfamiliar landscape threw off our direction sense once we left the trail.) The pictures below, from a few different hikes, don’t do justice to the beauty. Click on any image to see a larger version with the option of viewing all of them as a slideshow.<\/p>\n

\"North <\/a>
North Bog <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"North <\/a>
North Woods <\/div> <\/div>
\"Icy <\/a>
Icy puddle <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Maggie <\/a>
Maggie the Explorer <\/div> <\/div>
\"Griffin <\/a>
Griffin the Explorer <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Bushwhackers\" <\/a>
Bushwhackers <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Deer <\/a>
Deer blind (kinda Blair Witchy, isn’t it?) <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Griffin <\/a>
Griffin on the ladder <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Botanist\" <\/a>
Botanist <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"20150321_120512_2806_edited-1\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"The <\/a>
The full group <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"03212015_121400_0686_edited-1\" <\/a> <\/div>
\"Grandpa\" <\/a>
Grandpa <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Grandma\" <\/a>
Grandma <\/div> <\/div>
\"03212015_123328_0689_edited-1\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"03212015_123506_0699_edited-1\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"03212015_123654_0702_edited-1\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div>
\"03212015_123732_0708_edited-1\" <\/a> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>
\"Splashing <\/a>
Splashing in puddles <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div> <\/div>\n

To be continued…<\/h3>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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