Two or several times a year, enjoy clockwork, our Dad would take a weekend hunting trip in the foothills.
She never went with her buddies, constantly alone.
She never came back with any meat, however that’s because Dad said that Dad wasn’t really hunting, she was just relaxing. This made myself and others all the more curious about what Dad did out in the woods! When I was 16 the mystery was solved, when Dad asked myself and others to come with him on one of her trips. To say I was excited doesn’t quite cover it, I was giddy with anticipation, deep in the woods was an seasoned hunting shack, one with new amenities including electricity, air conditioner, plus running water. This far deep in the woods there were no power lines, of course, so the shack was outfitted with a small power generator. This provided more than enough juice to light up the cabin, plus power the combination space heating system plus air conditioner inside of it. Because of the sizable swings in temperature throughout the year, the shack needed a small however powerful device that could deliver both heating plus cooling as needed. It was small, however it was strong, plus required undoubtedly little power for the amount of heating it generated! Dad explained to myself and others that she never went hunting, plus didn’t enjoy shooting animals, she just came to appreciate the peace plus solitude in the temperature controlled hunting shack. All the people I was with and I did for the weekend was play cards plus drink beer, while the space heating system kept us comfy, plus country tunes played on the stereo.