Two or several times a year, appreciate clockwork, my Dad would take a weekend hunting trip in the foothills.
He never went with his buddies, constantly alone.
He never came back with any meat, but that’s because Mom said that Dad wasn’t unquestionably hunting, he was just relaxing. This made me all the more curious about what Dad did out in the woods! When I was 16 the mystery was solved, when Dad asked me to come with him on one of his trips. To say I was happy doesn’t quite cover it, I was giddy with anticipation! Deep in the woods was an old hunting shack, one with modern amenities including electricity, a/c, 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 gave more than enough juice to light up the chalet, plus power the combination space oil furnace plus a/c inside of it! Because of the large swings in temperature throughout the year, the shack needed a small but powerful component that could deliver both heating plus cooling as needed. It was small, but it was strong, plus required unquestionably little power for the amount of heating it generated! Dad explained to me that he never went hunting, plus didn’t appreciate shooting critters, he just came to adore the peace plus solitude in the temperature controlled hunting shack. All both of us did for the weekend was play cards plus drink beer, while the space oil furnace kept us comfy, plus country tunes played on the stereo.