Tag Archives: The Pebble

Selling the Sauna

I built a wood fired sauna at the beginning of my junior year of college. Having never built a standalone structure before, it was a huge learning process. I was pretty proud that it worked, and I didn’t lose any fingers in the preocess! My days of having a lot of available project space were quickly coming to a close, and I was eager to get back the money I invested in sauna building materials.

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I wanted the sauna to go to a similarly minded owner – the DIY type, so I listed it in all of its glory on the Hanover listserve and waited. It wasn’t too long before I found a buyer who was willing to pick up the sauna.

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By ‘picking’ up the sauna, I actually mean bringing a come along, a bunch of rollers and a good sense of humor. We spent three hours in the sprinkling rain muscling, pleading and wishing the sauna into the bed of a trailer.

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Once we finally loaded the sauna we drove it out from behind the house; the trailer missed hitting the eaves of the house by two pine needles. Mission accomplished – with only 4 hours of dragging, and kicking a giant chunk of wood! Now about that wood fired hot tub…   DSC_5033

Family Visit

My last finals are over, and the family is here. I get to show everyone what I have been doing at school for the past 4 years. Of course I showed off the sauna.

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The chickens

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The pebble

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We had a family dinner

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Played some badminton

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Checked out the woodshop.

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Shot some archery

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Went to the Lodge

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And canoed the Connecticut River.

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It is an amazing thing to get to show the place I have come to know so well and feels so much like home, but even more incredible that Len, Blossom, Mema, Randy, Jacob, Wendy, Donny, Mom and Dad were all able to make it up to school for the ensuing camp Paley and graduation.

 

 

Organization at The Pebble

When I got my neck brace off and finally felt good enough to carry things, what was naturally next? Home improvements at The Pebble, of course! I keep all my sport specific gear in bins. I hung each of those on shelf brackets, so that I could pull one out at a time.

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I also put in a shelf for my clothes and hooks underneath for stuff that I wear regularly.

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I added a shelf for shoes and boots.

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I put in shelf brackets to both hang my recurve bows off the ground and to keep my skis from touching them.

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Of course I needed to organize all my Ryders glasses.

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And needed organizations for my favorite packs. DSC_1155

Homecoming weekend!

With three engineering classes this term, a healing neck and a campus club to run, finding time for fun on the weekend isn’t easy.  I am tempted to just sleep in and rest. However, I have a knack for fighting off this urge. Instead, since it was homecoming weekend, and typically the last really nice weekend before the  gloom of November, I planned on a full weekend of activity.

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First we hosted a giant potluck at the “cooldesac”, complete with wild game burgers, candles, and almost thirty people. I spent the whole time jumping from picnic table to picnic table, catching up with everyone that I hadn’t seen in weeks while working in Thayer.

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After cleaning up, we walked over to the green, where the homecoming bonfire was about to be lit. I met up with an alum friend whom I met at the OR show, and enjoyed the spectacle. At the bonfire, current students, alums and townfolk watch as the freshmen run laps around the fire. The tradition is to run 100 laps for Dartmouth and a number for your class year. (18 this year for the 2018’s) Traditionally, the older students yell at the freshmen to run faster, that they are going the wrong way and other heckling jibes. There is something really satisfying about a giant bonfire and a fun group of people to watch it with.

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Instead of staying up late, I went to bed relatively early, and woke up to go duck hunting with David, a fellow student. On our way out of town at 5AM, we caught one last glimpse of the smoldering bonfire. The most fun way to duck hunt, in my mind, is to duck hunt in a marsh by canoe. As the navigator, since I can’t shoot a gun yet, I paddled and steered David through the marsh, following the twists and turns of the tall grass. Each time we came around a corner, there was a chance that we would jump a duck into the air and David would have a shot. Instead of sitting in a blind freezing half to death, we got to paddle, shoot and get a lot out of the day before most of campus was even awake.

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