It’s not all gloom and doom at Roundrock these days. Libby and I managed to find things to enjoy down there on our last visit. Like this unlikely bit of sun dappled open space in the middle of the forest overlooking the lake. It may look slightly familiar to some of you, in some way you can’t quite explain.
Well, maybe the addition in the picture below will help you place it:
That’s right. Despite my plans for raising a small cabin on this spot, we invested far fewer dollars in a new tarp and some rope so we could create our shade shelter instead. Doesn’t it look crisp?
This is the third incarnation of the shelter at Roundrock. We’re getting pretty good at putting these up now. It only took us an hour this time. Of course we had the benefit of the ridge line already being in place and fence posts at the four corners already pounded into the unyielding Ozark hardpan. We knew our knots. The only hard part was throwing the tarp over the taut ridge line. The tarp is longer than it is wide, and we found that our first placement of it over the line was the wrong way, so we had to pull at the corners to drag the tarp over the line to set it right. Then it was simply a matter of tying it off and snugging up the lines at the four corners, and we had ourselves a shady shelter, ready for our use in the sweltering, blistering, incinerating hot days of the coming summer.
I really had been planning to put a small, one-room cabin here. I had the money saved up for it. But at the back of my mind I knew we had work to do on the dam spillway and on the road through our land. Then, of course, we had the unexpected erosion problem on the dam itself. So most of that cabin-allotted money will be redirected to more urgent needs. Thus the cabin plans will have to wait until some money falls magically from the sky. Just my luck, it will fall in the form of rain. But that’s gloom and doom talk.
The shelter was incomplete, as you might imagine. It was shady beneath it, but nobody wants to sit on the ground. Thus once we had the shelter duly set up, we installed the most required component: new comfy chairs!
Don’t they look welcoming? After all of our hard work (fretting about the dam being a big part of it) we decided to test the chairs. In terms of providing a comfy, stupor-inducing state, they deliver quality!
I was worried that the red might look wrong in the middle of the forest, but it doesn’t. Not to my eye (and it is my forest — I mean as much as a person can really own a piece of land). The red is more muted than, say, Prolechariot, and will probably perform its best in the fall.
So some things are set right again at Roundrock. And now I’ll count my small pleasures for a while rather than counting my dollars.
- Green sunfish and bluegill begin nesting.
- Antlers begin to grow on white-tailed deer bucks.