Weekend at the Cabin

I spent the weekend with a buddy, JP, up at his cabin near Duchesne. He bought the cabin a couple of months ago and has been coming up every couple of weekends to work on it. I was recruited this weekend to perform various feats of manual labor in exchange for.... well, spending the weekend at the cabin. The cabin, although unfinished, was pretty nice. It sat 20 yards from a river and was bordered on two sides by towering canyon walls.



The labor turned out to be pretty light. I originally thought that I had been recruited to tear up the old linoleum in the cabin. But it turns out that we were hanging some light fixtures and patching a bunch of spots in the drywall that JP had ripped up a couple of weekends ago trying to locate the wiring.

I almost would have preferred ripping up the floor. It's hard to screw that up. Patching drywall on the other hand is much more challenging since you have to cut a new piece of drywall to fit exactly into the hole that you were patching. I got a little better with every piece that I did, but let's just say that I have no delusions about quitting my job as a Software Engineer to go hang drywall for a living.

My biggest blunder of the weekend had nothing to do with our construction projects. As I was stoking the fire in the wood burning furnace, I rested my hand for a split second (that's all it took) on the steel furnace doors. I have only two words to describe the experience: SEARING FLESH. I think that it might leave a scar.