2011 USDA Summer aerial photo

The Summer 2011 USDA Aerial photo of Two Mile Ranch

Sometimes each summer or fall the USDA Aerial photo is taken and the folks at the GIS center at Iowa State University publish them, along with digitizing aerials from years gone by.

This year’s photo of Two Mile Ranch clearly shows what’s hard to see at ground level, the area of new habitats that was cleared, and replanted in a mix of native grasses and forbs.

Next year’s photo will include the Writer’s Loft barn, and if you look just north of the bend in the driveway, you can see the general area where it stands now

The Dogtrot at Two Mile Ranch – 2011

It’s been a while since I updated the photos of the inside of the dogtrot cabin at Two Mile. The original post construction post is here.

A sitting bench next to the fire, for reading or putting on boots.

Today is a bluebird blue sky and low wind day, our temps are in the 40′s and the doors are open — perhaps the last time until our January thaw.  So with smart phone camera in hand, I tried to capture the progress on the interiors here.

Background:

The two cabins are bisected by a 16 x 44 foot deck.  The deck runs east – west and the two cabins orient north – south.  Both cabins entry doors face the center under a tin roof which covers the deck/cabin intersection.

The big cabin

The stove and sink with built in drainer. Easy cooking for one or a dozen.

The big cabin is 14 x 24 and includes 9 windows and the glass pane entry door.  It includes living, dining cooking, storage and a guest sleeping area.

The original cooking space was a small two burner electric cook top inspired by summer homes I saw in Norway in 2003,  These small cottages use wood for heat, small hotplates for cooking, and often did dishes outdoors.

Other cooking was often done outside on a small grill with a griddle surface.  Over time, as I began cooking more and cooking for more guests, my thoughts returned to a gas range and some higher BTU burners.  The result was a Premier Pro Series that included an oven and broiler as well as some storage for cooking sheets.

The griddle over the center burners has become a standard fixture.

This prep table was custom built using wood reclaimed from the grain bin in the Andrew barn.

The prep table I crafted over ayear ago from some large planking I recoved from the grain bin in the Andrew barn, the old, leaning barn here build in the late 30′s or early 40′s by Art Andrew.  A pair of contemporary cast iron legs support it at each end.

Above it is a bakers center and the Two Mile collection of hand-me-down pots and pans.  I added a power strip above the table from the outlet below.  I rarely use appliances at the same time, but its easy to plug a few in and use them, they tuck them back away.

The baskets and organizers are hand made by my friends Eli and Carolyn Troyer and their family.  Their sons Ephram and Dan also helped with the roof framing on the barn and Writer’s Loft.

An IKEA Norden table serves as dining, working, and writing.

The center of the cooking area is a kitchen island and at the end is an IKEA Norden table (the name is coincidence).  The gateleg table folds to a narrow foot print (less than a foot) and opens to seat 4 – 6 people.  The slide out drawers hide office supplies and power cords, adapters and chargers for devices.

Above the island, a retractible ladder leads to the guest loft overhead.

The retractible stairs to the guest sleeping loft above the large cabin floor

Above is two singe beds and artwork by my twins from their elementary days.

The guest sleeping loft.

 

The Small Cabin

A many use work table: fly tying, computer work, seedling starts, laundry folding

Across the deck is the little cabin, measuring 14 x 18, it also has a sleeping loft over the bath and storage.

A work area and deck are used for work, video editing, fly tying, plant starting in spring, and occasional laundry and clothes folding.

There are bookshelves, a clothes wardrobe,  a deep freeze (for now until it moves to the barn) and some general storage.

The sleeping loft in the little cabin is accessed by a permanent, site built ladder.

The ladder to the sleeping loft in the little cabin

The sleeping loft in the little cabin.

A place to read or work from a laptop. This chair will move to the writers retreat when finished.

Everything but the truck (what goes in a barn?)

You probably have friends like this:  two car or three car garage, but the cars and trucks are parked in the driveway on on the street because the garage is full of their stuff.

Okay, I’m guilty here now because I officially have a garage — well part of the barn is designed for the truck.  But for now, it has more stuff than truck.

It’s deja vu – all over again

The quote “it’s deja vu  all over again” is attributed to Yogi Berra and it the fitting title for the blog post for November 8, 2011.

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The photo above was taken November 2007, just before the Thanksgiving weekend snow. The dog trot cabin had been sheeted and roofed, and the Tyvek housewrap was put on by a team of friends as we hustled to beat the cold and the sunset.

Four years later, the forecast calls for snow tonight, after a day and night of solid rain.

The heated and insulated roofs are covered with a foil-bubble insulation, the non heated spaces get a synthetic roofing felt

The barn isn’t sheeted, the roof is half covered with metal and building will stop for a week as we let the mud dry and regroup.  It’s probable that I’ll get the sheeting finished and the loft enclosed before Thanksgiving, although the work may be in the snow this year.  I had a chance to do some timeline guessing, and head scratchin’ and I think we’re still on target to be hosting guests mid to late summer.  But even better is I bet I can park the truck inside under the roof before the 2nd snowfall of the year.  And next year, the heat will be working in that barn, too.

With the metal roof over the open sided shed on the east side of the barn

 

Barn Update

The traffic on Seven Mile Road has watched as the barn has taken shape. Here’s a view from the main yard before the roof was enclosed:

And then another from the loft looking south — the roof is now covered after these photos were taken, and I’ll be working this weekend securing the sub floor and beginning to close in the gable walls.

I’m also sharing a very crude 3-d rendering of the finished barn.


The entire album is visible here

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Beginning the barn

The barn construction began in earnest today with the digging of the 35 – four foot holes that will hold the foundation footings and concrete piers  the building will rest on.


The overall size is 48′ x 48′.  A center main building, 24′x48′ will have a loft living space and then two 12′ x 48′ add on leant to sheds make up the east and west sides of the building.

The floor will have radiant heat, making it warmer in winter.

For reference, if you missed this shot, this is the plans and the building site.

Ribs

Flickr photo Creative Commons by Nepolon

I was reading in the Sunset magazine this month about Nathan Myhrvold, the former chief technical officer at Microsoft.  The same guy who wrote that $625 , six volume cookbook Modernist Cuisine:  The Art and Science of Cooking.

In the magazine, he’s quoted:

The ribs remain in my repertoire and are in my book.  But they are done in a very different way.  They’re cooked sous vide (sealed airtight and submerged in a water bath) at 140°  for 48 hours, which makes them unbelievably tender.  Then we freeze the outer millimeter of the ribs by immersing them in liquid nitrogen for 30 second.  They we deep fry.  You don’t overcook them that way, and they get brown and crisp.

Okay.

Well, I know a fella around here who does the same thing with a slice of bologna and a CO2 fire extinguisher.

I’m just sayin….

Quasimodo’s family

I promised an update on Quasimodo, the White Chinese gosling who hatched with some difficulty and some human assistance at the beginning of the month.

Quasimodo, with POTUS and FLOTUS, the adult geese

I shared this family photo as one of the 3 6 5 from my daily photo project. So some back story is in order.

The last group of goose eggs i Incubated included one that pipped and did not progress much further. Pipping is the inside puncture of the membrane into the air sack so the bird ca begin breathing, then pipping the shell begins the visible hatching process. The strength necessary to break an egg aids in the gosling’s development and survivability. Conventional wisdom is not to interfere with the hatching process.

But as the gosling failed to progress — part out of sympathy and part out of curiosity, I helped it along. The inner membrane was trying to the wings and neck.limiting the mobility of the soon to be hatched goose, so with care I separate the hard shell and waited to see how it fared.

The hatch results I also shared as part of the 3 6 5 here.

The gosling did well and survived the fist 24 hours, so I moved him to a plastic brooder with some additional heat, food and water.  It was clear from the beginning he has some deformity.  I dont know what a goose veternarian would call it, but its a cross between scoliosis and torticollis, the right “shoulder” is carried higher and more anterior than normal, and what results is a goose with a hunch back, so by day 4 or 5, I gave him the name “Quasimodo”, who after all, is the protagonist of the story, right?  If I manually straighten his neck, he has full range of movement, but short of finding a gosling sized neck collar, or a resident goose physical therapist, Quasi is what he is.

There is a small duck house / three sided shelter int he duck and goose pen.  There is a larger shelter there, too.  Most of the nesting and egg laying is done in the larger shelter, so after spending a few weeks inside, I decided to move Quasimodo out with the adults to have some socialization and to slowly integrate him into the flock.  I put him in the small shelter, with food and water and then closed the front with chicken wire so he could be near the others, but protected if they became aggressive or tried to push him out of the shelter.

All was good the first afternoon and over night.  Quasi was eating and drinking fine, and mostly ignored by the other birds.

The morning of the second night, I came out to discover Quasi has left the little shelter and was quite comfortable next to FLOTUS in the straw in the big shelter.  He either wriggled under the chicken wire, or POTUS and FLOTUS gave some help and wiggled the wire free.

Since then, its quite clear that both adult geese take their protection of Quasi quite seriously.

Enjoy the video below as POTUS defines limits for me.  As they get close to the pen, Quasi bumps into the door and ends up on the wrong side, and gets a bit of help.

 

Father’s Day

I want to share with you a little something about the three people who own Two Mile Ranch.  The three are my children:  Chase, 22, Noah 14, and Cara 14.  While you won’t find their names on a deed, title, mortgage or court record, Two Mile Ranch belongs to them.  I’m just borrowing it for a while.

My search for land began in earnest in 2002, after musing and dreaming of different ideas and realizing that despite my hard work, incredible good looks, and spoon-bending mental powers, there was not much chance of leaving my children much of a nest egg.  But land is always land, the financial value may rise and fall, but it’s always there and all the scientists in all the world haven’t figured out a great way to make more of it.  A place to come home, return to, and connect with nature always grows in value.

Much of the work on a ranch is daily care taking: keeping up with the consequences of altering the landscape. As William Paul Winchester shares in  a A Very Small Farm:

There is almost nothing an amateur working alone cannot do, from building a house or a barn or a shed to stretching a fence and hanging gates. And pitted against his constructive and orderly efforts are the familiar antagonists of a small farm — age, weathering, hard use by animals, and the consequences of altering the landscape.

But some improvements will only be enjoyed by my children and perhaps their children, 10, 20 and 30 years to the future.  The row of crab apple trees along the highway will offer a shaded, blooming vista by 2020 or so.  The native grasses in the pheasant habitat will have matured nicely.  The apple, cherry and other fruit trees on the east side of the cabin will be in their prime.  And as a private joke to a few of my readers, I might even have the trim finished on the cabin.

I don’t post much about my children — mostly to protect their privacy and let them build their own lives.  But this is Father’s Day and I think a great time to honor my children.  They excel in ways every parent would be proud.  They make good decisions, surround themselves with great friends, and share a magical connection that few siblings know. If it is true that “the acorn never falls far from the tree,” then credit is also due their mothers, who have instilled values, love, and pride in each  of them, through hard times and joyful celebration.

Two Mile is theirs.  Enough room for the three of them to build here and be as close — or as far — from each other as they choose.  It will be secured in a legal trust:  to keep it mortgage, judgment, and divorce proof, and will require the three to agree should they choose to sell.  And while I hope they choose to deed it to their children, the choice and future are theirs alone to make.

But I joke, too, that when it’s time for me to leave, they may drive directly from the funeral parlor parking lot and head straight for the real estate office.  Kind of like that old Ole and Lena story:

Ole finally dies, leaving Lena to settle his estate.  She goes to the newspaper and places an obituary:

“Ole died.”

The newspaper editor, says, “Lena, I know money is tight, but you shouldn’t feel restricted in your time of sorrow.  You should write more about Ole and the first FIVE words are free.”

Lena paused for a moment, and with the hint of a tear in her eye, re-wrote the obituary:

“Ole died.  Farm for sale.”

Chase, center, during an Improv comedy workshop. Image (c) Andrew Bossi, Flickr

Noah, center, posing in costume from this year's Good Friday services

Cara (Carolyn, after my mother) with Zinger in the grass.

My dad, Fred Nordengren, probably taken Thanksgiving, 1975

Two Mile Ranch – the first year book

Following my first year here, I published a hard cover photo book of sights from construction and and history of the 80 acres that has come to be known as Two Mile Ranch.  A PDF version lives on a couple of my sites, but I don’t think I ever put the link to it here.

Click for the PDF proof of the hard cover book

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