Last weekend, a friend asked for help with building a deck at his grandfather's cabin. Aside from him advising me on the essential gear, I did not ask too may questions prior to departure. On Thursday, we drove 390 miles North to the Marble Mountain Wilderness in California near Oregon boarder. We arrived around midnight, slept and waited for the horses to arrive in the morning then loaded and balanced the four horses with 150lbs each of food, camping gear, building supplies and fire water of our choosing. We then set off on a 6.5 mile hike over mountain passes and through streams to his grandfather's cabin.
Evidently, my friend's grandfather was an avid fisherman; hence, the reason he and some friends had a log cabin built in the remote wilderness in the 1930s. The following day, we milled a 150-year old Douglas Fir (which had fallen in a 2008 fire) into new deck planks. Luckily, we had chainsaws unlike the two poor chaps who had a hand saw and a mule in 1930s.
Among my favorite moments was sleeping outside every night under an extended roof-line with the stars and a full moon overhead and one evening's soothing downpour. The last day, we rewarded ourselves with a personal activity of our choosing, mine was a plein air watercolor study of the river in my favorite travel journal.
While I was painting, my labor camp mates explored the old care takers cabin upriver and found a fairly old Grumbacher oil artists' oil color set no. 320 - they signed and gave it to me as my parting gift. As we trekked back the 6.5 miles and returned the horses to their owner, the horse's owner turned to me and said; "that hat your wearing is the most disco cowboy hat I've ever seen...you guys have a safe trip home to the city."
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