and brrr. Despite little sun 

[well, some] there was a slight warming trend, though coming up from 18

took awhile.  I revisited some favorite PXP bowls

as well as managed a few contemplative moments in the Historic Cathcart Chair*

but December, which showed up while we [me and the Inklings] were there,

was mostly an interior affair.

For one thing, albeit it eventually made it into the low forties,

there were Winds which,

on the plus side, blew down trees providing fuel but also created Windchill**.

There was also the problem of locating glasses when it came time for the Daily Watercolors

as well as lots to keep track of if one were a dog

and grey unrelenting

until Monday when it wasn’t, making things

warm enough for a couple of meals on the porch in the Chair* looking out

as well as Repo Reflections to reflect upon.

*The ‘Cathcart chair’, hand fashioned by Bill Cathcart for his hand fashioned Pole Creek homestead [he kept an identical spread a day south on the east fork of the Little Owyhee although I’m not sure there was a similar chair there] spooked me when I first stumbled upon it

in late October of 1976 in a shadowy back room of his long abandoned house as it appeared to harbor an Invalid Demon [later determined to be a woodrat’s nest], something I never forgot.

Eleven years and many lifetimes later, coming out of Drummond Basin with Dave, I dragged it up to Radar Ranch where it lived on Auburn Peak for ten more before moving over to Wall,

ninety miles west.  The tales it could tell, the ruminations ruminated from those porches and perches all those decades…memories, stories, sagas of Bill’s last independent years on the

Owyhee and contemplations of the Long View, in both landscapes and lives.

**AKA the “feels like factor” as per certain idiot media descriptions.