Still though, for a "the last two weeks in two minutes" rundown (excluding the hours and hours behind a keyboard on like three different startups that you'd find dull as dirt and is covered by an NDA anyhow)....
There are now TWO wings in production at Miss D's place (about time, I know I know.. :) )
Took my poor dear homemade mountain fiddle apart to make certain there wasn't any dry rot or anything going on inside, what with the catastrophic failure it had already had due to water damage. The sides will need to be replaced of course, but the plates are in fine shape. More intriguing though is the wood of the back - there's some faded printing on it. I think it must have been carved out of a shipping crate or the like back in the day:
Grampa's single six is the only pistol I still have in my possession. Miss D and I tried the range up Palmer way for the first time in ages again. I thought I'd try the old trick of keeping the trigger down and just running the hammer - not the straightest shooting thing in the world that way, but it was sure fun to make the thing run almost as fast as the semis. Old fashioned is just fun sometimes. :)
Still, the trip up and back was the best part of all. Pictures don't do this place justice. The everyday scenery minutes from town is literally tear-your-heart-out, agonizingly beautiful. Of course.... it'll all be under snow in a month or so. T'ain't nothing free. If it was easy to live here, it'd be as packed as Seattle.
