I sit here at the table, after falling asleep for what felt like two hours, I must have been more tired then I thought; we have food,
fire starters,
and even an ax for cutting more wood, if needed. The shelves are covered with dust, and the food may be too old to be safe; but we have food! Outside, by the front door is a blue barrel with a sign that reads: Fresh Drinking Water – Every Drop Counts!
In the back corner of the cabin is a wood stove the size of Ma mere's microwave oven, and a small window cloudy and yellow from age. There are sleeping bags, blankets, books, and board games stacked to the ceiling. And neatly folded coats, hats, gloves and boots on an overflowing laundry table. We have warmth from the cold!
And looking out of place in the cabin, on the northeast side of the room, mixed among a table containing hammers, hand shovels, reels, and various fishing lures are handcuffs, leg irons, and belly chains. And leaning against the sides of the table, an assortment of fishing rods of various lengths.
I don't think the cabin was used just for fishing and hunting!
We have no phone, no company—yet we've been blessed for sure by Dieu!