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Up in the woods of North Idaho, on the second biggest natural lake west of the Mississippi (which you've probably never heard of), my wife, Kathy, and I built a log home. It's a special place. To live, laugh, work, play, think and to write.
Here are a few glimpses of what it's like.
"Let' us row, row, row away,
O're the wild blue Pend Oreille."
Sometimes it's sunshine and blue skies. Sometimes it's snowfall and socked in. Like living in two different countries, without moving.
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It's a steep half-mile uphill
to the mailbox. Both ways.
I have to keep that half-mile passable in winter. Fun for the first week or so. Then, not so much.
(Got these monsters at a chain store.)
Continuous performances, nightly.
They say a messy office is the sign of a neat mind.
(If it gets too bad, we often head south.)
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Dog paddle?
Best of all, it's heaven for kids.
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