I woke up this morning with a chilly breeze seeping into the open part of my sleeping bag. From inside the bag, I could barely see the morning light. Damn, I thought, I let the fire go out again. Since I moved to the cabin on the hill, I’ve been learning valuable lessons about how thankful we should all be for gas powered furnaces and running water in our houses and the comfortability of not waking up freezing cold with purple fingertips and having to pee outside.
The cabin is decent sized, not huge but a good amount of open space, with a small wood burning stove to heat the entire thing. I moved here after the first week of December on the 11th, thinking in my mind, I’m tough and this will be a new adventure. There is no electricity besides whats run off an extension cord (an OSHA nightmare) and no bathroom, kitchen, or plumbing in general installed at all yet. The walls are uninsulated and really not walls at all because they are just studs and plywood uncovered. Basically I’m living in a construction site. But Kenny has built this cabin with his own two hands, and despite being unfinished is an awesome example of what one person is capable of. The cabin is constructed of materials that were donated or re-purposed by Kenny’s friends, and I think that it’s neat to see it all come together in one unique place like this. When it’s a finished cabin come spring, it’ll be the most awesome place around here.
After short notice in mid-November that I’d have to leave the place where I was staying in Rabbit Hash, Kentucky, I had begun looking for other places to live that were affordable. One day as I was sharing my plight with one of the locals, my friend, Kenny, he offered to rent me the “studio” as it’s called. He assured me that I’d love the cabin, and the view, and so I drove down the road and took a look. As usual, what one may see as an unfinished cabin full of junk, I saw as potential to be something cozy and homey as well as a way to challenge myself to live beyond the bounds of modern society while still maintaining connection with the world. I’ll be inspired by this, I thought, made stronger.
20 days later, I’m freezing, can’t feel my toes, fingertips or nose and am feeling unmotivated to dig a ditch in the cold frozen ground to run a line to the cistern. Although living without my own bathroom is the pits (thankfully Kenny lets me use his), digging ditches up hill, isn’t exactly easy, especially when it’s 20 degrees and the ground is frozen solid.
The first few days here I tried sleeping in the bed in the loft. I quickly realized that the mattress up there is a bit, uhh shall we say flexible. My back and hips were hurting so bad from sleeping on it, not to mention I was tired from crawling up and down the ladder in the middle of the night to put fire wood in the wood burning stove every few hours. So once I got a couch here, I started sleeping on it. It’s colder down stairs but I’m much closer to the stove to feed it, and the couch is oddly more supportive than the bed. I can’t wait to get my own mattress here.
So my routine has been to get the fire going nice and hot before bed, close down the stove (close the dampers and floo to keep the heat in the stove) and crawl in my sleeping bag with it all the way up over my head. Despite the wood burning stove (which is too small for the space) its never really too warm in here, and due to the lack of insulation, there are spots where it is VERY cold and drafty. So I sleep bundled in two 20 degree rated sleeping bags (and usually a few layers of clothes).
I then set an alarm for two and a half hours from the time (to wake up and feed the stove), then another for two and a half more hours and so on, until the time I think I’ll wake up. That worked for the first few nights, but I’ve become so tired from that routine that I am literally sleeping through my alarms and the past two mornings I’ve woken up freezing cold with nothing but a few coals left in the stove. Last night it was 19 degrees outside and with no insulation and no fire going, I’m pretty sure it wasn’t more than 25 degrees when I woke up.
Its been tough. Probably the most challenging place I’ve lived. It’s hard work cutting, splitting, carrying wood. Its frustrating not having a kitchen to prepare my food in or a bathroom to use. But if I can live here, and I can make life work, then I can live anywhere, and most likely, I’ll be more than grateful the next time I have running water, heat and all the modern amenities of life, and I will be more conscious about wastefulness and conservation.
I know I’ve done a lot of complaining about life in the cabin, but I wanted to take just a minute to go over some of the things I love about cabin life.
#1 The View
Rabbit Hash is situated right on the river in the Ohio River Valley between Kentucky and Indiana and some of the most spectacular sunsets I’ve seen right here in my own front yard.
There is a bald eagle’s nest back in the woods behind the cabin so some days I see the Eagles flying over the house, and down to the river to fish. I’ve also seen red fox, deer, turkey, possum, raccoon, coyote and we have a handful of kitties that hang around (some who I’ve buddied up with and now let in the cabin to keep warm). Looking out the windows in the loft of the cabin is like looking out onto my own little piece of heaven.
#2 The Town
Rabbit Hash is the first place I’ve ever lived that I felt attached to. I have been surrounded by such a wonderful community of friends here and even if it’s cold as shit, my heart is warmed by the thought that I feel a sense of belonging here among my hashians. Rabbit Hash has been kind and generous to me and will forever hold a special place in my heart no matter where in the world I go.
#3 The Rustic-ness
I love the smell of the wood burning stove, and the sound of it crackling, or roaring when I open the floo. I love the natural feel of being surrounded by wood and not the man made materials that fill most houses. It suits me, and my gypsy life. It’s simple and beautiful and despite all my complaints, I’m thankful for it.
#4 The Challenge
I enjoy pushing myself outside my comfort zone, and find that usually in life when you are able to do this, that you are rewarded. I have had many nights where I wanted to cry, because I was cold or miserable, but I’ve also had many nights here in the cabin filled with music, laughter, and good friends, some I’d even call family.
All in all the cabin has been an excellent learning experience. Its brought me joy and misery and is a reminder that in life, and in all things, you must find balance between the good and the bad. Here’s to Spring, it can’t come soon enough! lol
I’ll be doing a follow up post about life here at the cabin on the hill soon. So stay tuned for more gypsy adventures!