The sophistication of the layout has undeniably softened. The quality of the photography and the writing is something I’m potentially too biased to really comment on, too close to it to see it as anything but blurry.
It’s certainly gotten considerably more Roby-centric, for obvious reasons. Are the photographs of her of a better quality than those of my friends and my forest? Potentially. I certainly feel more when I look at them, but that’s me, I’m her dad.
I’m fairly confident that I’ll be still writing this blog come January. That means this particular new years resolution has made it the full way around the sun. What’ll I add to it this time?
1. Improve the blog.
2. Add a shop.
My other goal, which I might start this winter, is to build a little hip camp sauna and lean-to. Down one of the deer paths, past the old hunting stand and across the drowned ravine is what we call big rock. It’s some ancient mossy slab of granite, round as an egg just sitting on a little outcropping hugged by the brook. It’s surrounded by birch trees and it has a flat side facing the water about thirty feet away.
I want to build a lean-to on top of it with a small deck and beneath the deck, a sauna. Throw in a fire pit, stone-off a little swim spot in the water...that’s something
It makes me bitterly sad that the thing that excites me most about having something that awesome about 10 minutes walking barefoot from my bedroom isn’t that I get to use it and enjoy it, but that I can charge other people money for the privilege. Maybe some day I’ll be able to tell other people that it’s just for my friends, for people I love and for no reason but that.