Sunday, June 22, 2008

Retirement bunker

Found myself thinking about the retirement bunker this afternoon. Here's a view looking down the hill towards where it's going to be:This is what's there now -- the former back porch for a ratty mobile home that (since the shoebox is gone) has been elevated to the status of The Camp.
The Camp comes complete with a north elevation that's tarpapered. Definitely the epitome of Yooper camp architecture.
I was pleasantly surprised by how fast the area where the trailer used to be greened up. I had visions of it turning into a patch of pigweed instead of mixed grasses and white clover. Not that it matters much when we're about to disturb it again with excavating for the bunker, but for the short term I'd rather look at timothy, brome, and clover instead of pigweed and nettles. The Plan calls for the S.O. completing Stage I of the bunker this summer. Now all we have to do is come up with a common definition of Stage I -- my definition leans toward "foundation in, rough framing done, roof on, windows in, and only interior finishing work left to complete." His definition is more like "stakes in place to indicate more or less where to start digging."

The little boxy thing in the upper left is a pumphouse for a shallow well pump. . . and, for purposes of climate comparisons (the U.P. vs Atlanta), those trees behind the pumphouse are apples, they hadn't bloomed or leafed out much yet, and I took the photo the second week in June.


  1. wow...very pretty ...nice and serene...and apple trees, what more could you ask for?

  2. Retirement bunker. I love that!

    Looks beautiful.

  3. Love it! That's one of my favorite places in the world, Nan.
    It's getting almost time to shut off the pilot in the furnace for a couple of weeks, isn't it?
    Lest the other readers think I jest; we were there the first week of July once, and it was in the high 30s at night (night being defined as, after the sun slips below the horizon at 11:30 P.M.

  4. No pilot lights to deal with in The Camp, but we did have to fire up the woodstove quite a few mornings while I was there earlier this month.


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