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The videos are completely unrelated but they're all we have the energy to upload right now.

Heading West

We're on the road again. Destination: Harvey, NB.
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Mish Mash, Mish Mish Moshy

Sarah McGuire, that blog title is for you. :)
This blog post is going to be a mish mash of the last bits of our time here...we can't believe it went so quickly!

To the left is the long awaited photo of inside our little cabin. Those are handmade bunk beds just inside the door. Sorry for the mess everywhere, we don't spend much time in there and when we do it's freezing and all we want to do is change in and out of pyjamas without getting hypothermia. There is a little heater that you can see on the floor but it takes about four hours to heat the cabin and when we turn it on and go to sleep we wake up in deadly heat. It's a toss-up between roasting and freezing and we usually take the cold (inside the sleeping bags warms up pretty quickly). The lamp you can see by the bed is (wait for it) a unicorn patterned touch lamp. Unbelievably awesome. There was also an Aladdin themed lamp in there, with Aladdin, Jasmine and the Genie on it, but we had to give it to the goats.

That's a picture of the other side of the cabin, taken from the corner by the beds. The air mattress is blocking the view to the toilet in the corner (there is no wall or partition or anything, just a simple see-through shelf and as close as we are, it's a lot easier to go to the bathroom when you can't see anyone else). It's a simple toilet with no tank, flushed by pouring rain water from an outside barrel into the bowl. The water pump for the sink isn't functional yet either, so we carry water in a jug from the house up the hill every day. The entire cabin and most of the furniture in it was built by Betty and her family and a score of wwoofers.

Pet pictures! The dogs here are great. Always a source of entertainment. Here is Moragh playing with Zada and Bam Bam...they are both going after a little squeaky pig that Moragh has in her hand. Bam thinks she is the big dog. Zada could fling her to the road and back but she always plays tug of war on the little dog's level.

Zada also likes to drive the truck.

Smelly, smelly man-goat.

We've had a few goat adventures in the last couple of days. Betty has five female goats, two with names. Marney is the oldest and her daughter is Sammy. Sammy has a cyst on the side of her neck (a contagious condition called caseous lymphadentitis) that needs to be drained every so often so that it doesn't rupture on its own and spread to the other goats. So we lanced it and drained it for her.  She flailed and tried to kick and bite. Was one of the grossest things we've ever done. No more details.

We also gave de-worming meds to all the goats as a routine precautionary measure. Grab goat by the neck, restrain head, shove plastic syringe into corner of mouth, inject goop, step away and watch as they struggle with it. Sammy got her meds right after we drained her cyst and she was so mad at us that after she swallowed the goop she curled her upper lip up over her teeth and stared us down.

That same day, we took a trip to a neighbouring farm to pick up a billy goat for some quality time with the ladies ('tis the season). He reeks. So bad. So rank. Betty tried to warn us but we were not ready. There are no words to describe it, except perhaps to tell you how he gets so smelly - in Betty's words: "he sticks his pecker out and pees all over himself." Seriously, everywhere. Especially his face. Then he sticks his tongue out and snorts at the lady goats and thinks he is super studly. The smell is musky waxy thick, kind of like the after-taste of goat cheese in perfume form. We can smell him from across the farm.

It's like we shrunk dozens of orange socks.

Tuesday, we went to Betty's mother's house to pull her carrots for her (her name is June, she is 83 and lives alone in a beautiful house she built herself and she still plants and tends a huge garden - she has pictures of black bears on her front porch too). As it turns out, Moragh is a weeny carrot advocate and wouldn't let us throw out the tiny ones that June didn't want. So we took them back to Betty's and spent about two hours sorting them and taking the green tops off...and then we threw them in the WASHING MACHINE.

Yes. Yes we really did. Betty learned this trick from the Mennonites. Once you take the majority of the soil off your carrots, you can throw them in a wash cycle with some dishcloths and scrubbies and they will come out sparkling. And you'll never have to peel them, and they will stay fresh for longer. Who knew??

Since a lot of the carrots we took back with us were pitifully small, we decided we would juice them. Best. Decision. Ever. The juicer is the most fun kitchen implement we've ever used. We have a video on Emily's phone that we will hopefully upload soon.  You simply stuff a chute full of whatever you want juiced, turn the juicer on and use the "food pusher" to push the vegetables/fruit/roast beef/cake down into the blender part. A magical fan (we think) blows liquid out one side and fluff out the other.

Carrot-man! With an apple hat.

Carrot fluff comes out the consistency of wet, superfine sawdust. And it was very shape-able.

We made a batch of pure carrot juice, and also a batch of carrot-apple-lemon juice, which was gone in about two hours. So delicious.

Moragh was really into it.

By the way, we actually finished moving all the split firewood into sheds for the winter! 16 cords of it. For anyone who doesn't know, a cord is a unit of wood that measures 4 feet by 4 feet by 8 feet. In essence, we moved 2048 cubic feet of wood. What we had left over was about a cord of unsplit wood, which we finished splitting today. Not by hand, thankfully - the splitter ran on gasoline and slowly drove a huge wedge down a platform and by sheer force drove the wood apart.

This log is doomed.

Stage 1...

Stage 2...

Stage 3

Emily was pretty into it too.

We'll be very sad to leave here, we've become very attached to Betty and her human and animal family. We loved cooking for everyone and have learned many new recipes while we were here. All good things come to an end though, and we are looking forward to continuing our travels!

We'll leave you with pictures of us on our favourite toy here.

Emily trying to look dudely and failing so hard

That's the pile of wood we split in the background!

Update From the Barn

Our friend Sarah who we met in Cape Breton has come to visit us in Antigonish! And turns out she's a goat hoof expert! We are cleaning and trimming goat hooves this morning. Did you know that goat's hooves are just like big fingernails?? Underneath their hooves looks like two fat fingers and a large fingernail over top. We are cleaning the dirt out from under their nails and trimming the ends if necessary. They hate it so much.
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Carpentry (or something)

Titten has made Emily his slave.

We forgot one of the house-pets! Above is Titten, an old marble tabby Tom who has Emily wrapped around his little paws. He sits back on his hind legs and waves his front paws in the air when he wants attention. How can you say no??

Before we started. The roof doesn't quite reach the walls.

Anyway, we've been busy the last couple of days with some carpentry projects Betty wanted to get done before it snows. She recently added a lean-to onto her goat barn as a feed storage and milking area, and asked us if we would seal up some of the gaps to make it more wind and snow proof. The goats find it unpleasant to be milked in a freezing, drafty area.

After. Gaps mostly sealed, need to finalize it with some caulking.

Emily good carpenter.

We also patched some gaps in the roof between the original barn and the new lean-to. Emily was elected roof climber, and took it very seriously.

"Do you see it? Is it there?"

Turns out it's difficult to pass supplies back and forth with someone on a roof, so instead Moragh passed Emily things through the hole we were patching.





Also, we learned it's hard to use a hammer in a space about three inches high.

The planning stages. Always the hardest.

Lastly, we attached a winter-worthy door onto the lean-to to replace a half sized gate that was used in the summer. The door already existed as part of the original barn, and as with most things built for old barns, it was heavy as hell. We had to build a door frame that would support it and also create a snug fit to keep the wind and draft out.

Moragh Jang, skill saw-er extraordinaire.

We don't have any "before" pictures because no one was in the mood for photography. We believe that carpentry projects should be mandated as tests of relationship strength. We almost killed each other. There were arguments, tantrums, and on one occasion, tears shed. When two forces as stubborn and opinionated (and inexperienced in carpentry) as we are meet, bad things happen. We were not proud of our behaviour, but in the end we were proud of the finished product.

We added the 2x4's on either side as well as the red piece above the door, plus a few support pieces.

We built a rudimentary handle and added latches on either side of the door as well.

The hole in the plank looks like a rat!

Annnnd a little pig for good measure :)

We had a day off here today and relaxed, but tomorrow we are going to set up at the Farmer's Market and try to sell some of Betty's crocheted rugs! Looking forward to it. We love markets.

Until next time!

Sushi

We found sushi. In Antigonish. Good sushi too. Heavennnnn. Crazy weather here, thunderstorms and torrential rains. People driving off the road :/ ...we promise, no ditching the car tonight.

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Car Problems

Those of you who know us will be aware that our car is no spring chicken. Some of you even doubted the wisdom of us trying to take this car off Prince Edward Island.  We don't think anyone is surprised to see a blog entry titled Car Problems, but this situation actually had nothing to do with the car breaking down...

Taken yesterday morning, that rainbow ends right on our car. That is some sick, backwards foreshadowing of what kind of luck we'd have with our car that day.

Last night we went to a church supper with our hosts. We took separate vehicles and on the way home, we managed to miss the turn-off for the dirt road that leads to Bluemoon. Our hosts had been driving a few km behind us and had no way of knowing that we had missed the road. They continued on to home.

We realized within a few minutes that we had gone too far and we turned around to go back. We found the correct turn off and started down the dirt road. It was about 7:45pm, very dark, and had been raining for the past few days. Emily was driving, and was doing her best to avoid the hundreds of potholes in the road She hugged the right shoulder to avoid a particularly deep pothole...without realizing that there was no shoulder. Moragh tried to warn her but it was too late, and the car slid down into what was not the shoulder of the road but a deep, water-filled and very muddy ditch. Trying to steer back onto the road was absolutely useless and the car gently came to a stop with the right wheel almost entirely submerged and the left wheel just barely touching the ground. With some effort due to the extreme angle, we crawled out of the car to assess the situation.

1) Neither one of us had a cell phone.

2) We wouldn't have had reception anyway.

3) We were in the middle of nowhere with no houses in sight.

4) It was pitch dark and raining.

5) Was Betty freaking out, wondering where we were?

6) Bears.

We tried to sort the rational thoughts (how far away is help if we really need it?) from the irrational (we won't see a black bear in the dark until it's right on top of us) and make a plan. Moragh quickly took charge as Emily was feeling very stupid and guilty for having essentially driven the car off the road (and was maybe a little bit scared in the dark). In the summertime, Moragh routinely sets up pulley systems to haul canoes in freezing cold rivers, and thought that maybe a similar pulley system would be enough to help haul the car out of the muck. It was a brave and optimistic plan, and she tried for probably close to an hour to set it up, but the fatal flaw was that she had no rope. What she did have was a slack line. People who understand slack lining are already giggling, but for those of you who don't get it yet, a slack line is by definition a rope that never gets taut. It's a length of dynamic webbing that will, when stretched, just keep getting springier. So no matter how much she pulled on it, the force would not be translated into moving the car. Never ever. So after a very frustrating hour, we decided to call that whole plan off and walk out to the road to find help.

We went to the first house we saw with lights on, and found two young couples sitting in their living room waiting to watch The Walking Dead. Before you could say "car stuck in mud" the two men had their coats on and were digging out chains and talking about whose pick-up would be best for the job. We called Betty and let her know we were safe, and then the gentlemen gave us a lift down to our car and hauled us out (with considerable effort). They were our heroes that night, and we gave them each a beer before they left as thanks. Here's to you, Johnny and Mark!

TL;DR - car got stuck in muddy ditch, in the dark in the middle of nowhere with no cell phones, friendly locals pulled us out, no harm done to car, the end.