Day 20.

Snow continues here, but it's the lazy, pretty variety, and it's quite nice. I need to get out of the cabin. I haven't left since Saturday, and I'm getting a little stir-crazy, despite my late-night online drinking with friends from home. (Point of interest: bourbon chased with milk? Not altogether bad. Give it a shot.) I might take a run into Cass Lake to get water and a few things and interact with people for a little while. The snow on the ground isn't enough to preclude me going anywhere.

It has become a big bald eagle party up here. I'm not sure how many I'm seeing, since I'm only seeing them one or two at a time, but it's become totally routine to see one in the branches on the bank, or soaring overhead, or even setting down in the yard.

A fun story: A few evenings ago, after I'd closed the blinds, I was writing and was suddenly shocked by a weird noise coming from the yard. It sounded like all the word like there was someone out there, playing the trumpet. This was the evening after I met the curmudgeon, so my initial thought was, He's crazy. He's an insane trumpet-player and he's come for me. I whipped open the blinds and saw a swan, pecking at some slop-water I'd thrown over the bank. It looked toward the cabin and honked.

I also need to get rid of some trash and some recycling. I wonder if the Winnie store will let me dump some stuff there, if I buy some of their overpriced beer, perhaps. We'll see.