Weekend enjoyable at cabin

We spent the weekend at the cabin and the water in Rainy Lake has not risen.
Alas, our boat that we went to the cabin the previous weekend refused to start. Even the trolling motor batteries, which we thought we had charged, couldn’t get the motor to turn over.
The batteries probably didn’t take the charge.
Thankfully, my brother-in-law provided taxi service to the cabin.
Burgers cooked on the charcoal grill, fresh corn on the cob, and a 15-year-old bottle of red wine on the deck made the evening perfect.
The sun circled around to the northwest—affording us a perfect view as the fireball settled into the lake. As the sun was setting, a fire was started in the chimera.
The lake was still and the heavens began filling with points of light. An occasional mosquito buzzed by. The evening cooled.
The solar lights flared up and marked the paths to the outhouse and sleeping cabin. But no other lights appeared on the islands around Turtle Island.
We hadn’t started a fire in the main cabin nor any heat in the sleeping cabin, and a chill still resided in our beds. But the night was still and the almost full moon lit the lake and rocks.
Saturday dawned full of sunshine and warmth. My sister and husband filled the hot tub and fired up the wood stove to heat the four-degree C water. It would take most of the day but by late afternoon, the water had reached 40 C and we lounged in the warmth of the water surrounding us.
Saturday afternoon was time to tackle the water system. The pump started immediately after it had been primed so all the work from last year had paid off.
But our excitement at having water working without issues quickly was drowned out as the 30-something-old pipe burst.
Fortunately, we found the parts to cut the pipe and patched it together. It was only a 10-minute repair job and the pump again began delivering water.
When the water pressure passed 40 pounds, however, a new split exploded.
Knowing that any plumbing repair requires pipe or fittings, over time I’ve accumulated a small warehouse of fittings and pipe. We had on hand a small roll of three-quarter inch black water pipe that saved that trip to town.
In a few short minutes, the repair was made a second time.
The warmth of the sun Saturday afternoon beating down on the deck made the weekend perfect. Three turtles—two mud and one snapping—vied for a place on a rock to start their summer tans.
We were at the cabin on May 2. All seemed well, with the sea gulls squawking about and the eagles making passes overhead.
Finally in the evening, the pair of loons who have nested out front for several years reappeared.

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