We arrived at the camp just before dark. Darkness falls early in the Northeast, 4:30 p.m. Our plan was to get some firewood from Ron and Angela's cabin, but the road was impassable. We could walk-in and carry it out, if necessary, but we hoped to find another source. We would need a lot of wood; the temperatures would drop to the single numbers.
My brother-in-law came to the rescue. He had a cellar full of perfectly dried firewood and gave us enough to get us through the night. He also told us that he had just talked to one of his friends, who wanted to get rid of some wood! The neighbor lived a mile from the cabin! We got through that first night, and the next day we went and loaded the back of the Expedition with wood. It would need to be split.
The guys got their first experience in splitting wood. They started clumsily, but were soon into the "swing" of it. By the time they were done, we had more than enough firewood for our stay and a good amount stacked on the porch out of the weather. My dad had given me a kerosene heater that helped a great deal. With the woodstove and kerosene heater going, I would guess we had the inside temperature up to about 46 degrees.
After we got situated we went to my mother and father's house for supper. My son Josh, sister, brother, a couple of brother-in-laws, along with two nephews joined us. Mom fixed a turkey, squash, turnip, potatoes, stuffing, gravy, peas, rolls, and cranberry sauce. We ate like kings.