tallship, to Introvert

August 11th, 2020 - My final month on the mountain before the fires of the August Complex came and dashed everything away.

As you can see, my bountiful garden was thriving, with more than I could consume myself - it was wonderful.

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tallship, to random

18 December 2017, Homeboldt, California.

The joys of cooking with wood fired stoves.

This was my and oven. I even managed to make a couple of cakes in there - now that's a challenge, but once you develop an intimate understanding of working the firebox and valves to maintain the temps you want in the oven, all things are possible.

But it still took about 45 minutes to get a fire going and the stove top hot enough to cook a skillet of 🥓 bacon & 🐣🥚 eggs


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tallship, to california

Looking through the poppies in my garden towards my old in the mountains of , .

These were wonderful times... Before the fires of the .

This is one of my fav photos of my old home in the serene isolation of .

I had a few wonderful years here, before having to to a world consumed by fear and uncertainty amidst the calamity of the global pandemic.

18 June 2018

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tallship, to random

Valentine's Day - 6 years ago today in 2018, living off-grid in in the mountain of , California.

Just me, myself, and I, on a sunny afternoon with my wood fired Stanley cooker.

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tallship, to random

6 years ago - 01 December 2017, , California.

Collecting as many bucked logs as possible - two or three loads per day of sufficiently seasoned wood while there's still no snow.

First, you fell the trees, then you buck it all up as logs. Several months or a year later, you go back and collect those.

All of the logs are then 🪓 split, and then stacked on the porch and elsewhere.

Nice, dry, Doug Fir, Oak, and Madron for cooking and heating.

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tallship, to random

November 25th, 2017.

Love Seat at the Precipice of it All.

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tallship, to random

Valentine's Day breakfast, 2018.

My wood fired stove and oven.

Everything is better when it's cooked in an .

I baked a few cakes in that oven, which is a real challenge - adjusting the type and amount of wood in the firebox as well as the redirect of the heat to the oven box.

It takes constant attention. The first cake, I had to cut out the center, which wasn't done, like a bundt cake.

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tallship, to random

Ah... now that was enough wood for about three weeks.

Oak, Doug fir, and Madron, bucked and split and stacked up on my porch like a solid wooden brick, 7½' high x12' wide x 6' deep.

That's a lot of fucking fire !

Everything I cooked and all of my heat came from that wood stack.

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tallship, to random

My "mean and ornery" rooster. I punted him several times cuz he's just didn't learn and always tried to flog me.

Last thing I said to him and the other chickens before the fires of the August Complex incinerated everything shortly after I evacuated the mountain with my cat and whatever I could load into my truck was...

"Good luck".

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