Dorothy was Right

Dorothy was right, there really IS no place home.  I got home about 7:30 last night, and Allen Moore and Aliy Zirkle were hard at work on the new handler's cabin.  They are truly down to the smallest of finishing details - some flooring to install, a blue-foam seat for the outhouse, and other little "this and that" things.  Once it's finished and the basic appliances put into place I'll shoot some new photos to share.

Today I brought the dogs home from my buddy Mike's place.  They were SO exciting to see me, and SO excited to be home.  Once they had settled a little bit I took the little car to town to shop for appliances for the cabin.  The big items were a refrigerator, a combination water cooler/heater (it isn't plumbed for domestic water, so the "office" type cooler will be more convenient that a jug on the counter) and a two burner propane stove.  Hey, it IS just a handler's cabin, after all.  It's a small cabin, so it calls for small appliances.  The fridge is about 4 1/2 cubic feet, and will tuck underneath the "kitchen" counter very nicely.  It's a very basic little place, but it's a nice basic place in a truly Alaskan sort of way.

By the time I got home from town my butt was dragging.  This long tour at work took more out of me than I had realized.  I fed the dogs, fed the primate (me), and now I'm fixing to call it an early night.  I'm sure I'll think of a million things I absolutely have to do tomorrow, but I'll wait until tomorrow to start thinking about them.