Cabin Fever

Last weekend we loaded up the Budget moving truck and made our way north to Idaho to start making our cabin a cabin-home. I followed Mr. G, who was driving the moving truck. It was a pretty uneventful trip for me, driving the Acura, and for Mr. G, aside from the pouring rain and wet snow, windshield wipers that didn't wipe, no radio and my hyper head lights glaring in his mirrors (note: I was scolded multiple times for following too closely).

Rebekah cleaning and unpacking the kitchen

Because we didn't leave the old home town until after 4 P.M., it was pretty late pulling into the new digs on Friday. So we unpacked one mattress and set-up camp on the living room floor for a good night's sleep. We woke up Saturday morning to several inches of snow. It was absolutely beautiful, but so, so cold.

Mr. G tightening the bolts on the table I put together. Wouldn't want any wobbly legs now.

We were able to move in all of the furniture within a couple of hours. The rest of the weekend was spent CLEANING (everything had a layer of construction dirt on it), putting the table together, getting the beds on their frames, hanging curtains and most exciting of all getting the stackable washer and dryer situated.

Jeff helping Mr. G with the washer and dryer set-up

Our friend Jeff, who is building a cabin in the area, was kind enough to come over and help Mr. G get the washer and dryer hooked-up. This was no small feat. As you can see, the space was just big enough for the unit to fit which meant close quarters for the two guys to work in. After all the hoses were hooked-up Mr. G had to climb on top of the stack to ensure there were no kinks. Later these Yahoos discovered there is a removable panel on the washer/dryer so you can see all the connections from the front. Still, they were both so proud to get it hooked up and operating, UNTIL . . .

Mt. G ensuring no kinks in the hoses (notice the snow out the back door?)

On the test run of the washer, I noticed a strange smell, like burning rubber. When I went to check on the washer, sure enough, there was smoke coming out of the barrel. There was a mass panic to turn everything off and figure out what the heck went wrong. This was such a bummer because the fellas were so proud of their handyman skills to hook things up. After much frustration and enormous patience, Mr. G somehow managed to get the barrel to spin without burning rubber. It made me pretty nervous the rest of the weekend to wash anything - I certainly didn't want any of the brand new sheets to come out smelling like burnt rubber, but it appears to be fixed and my sheets and towels came out smelling sunshine fresh.