One Caretaker's story of living (mostly) in solitude on a private Island on Lake George in Upstate New York, as told through daily photographs and musings/ramblings (well, daily in the winter; every four days or so in the Summer and mostly just photos in the Summer).
A Very Brief Glossary: GHETTO--Name for the cabin that the Caretaker lives in, a single story structure, about 220 square feet/20.44 square meters.
Living Conditions: End of October to early May, no running water, Island population: 1. Early May to end of October, running water, Island population: ranges from 1 to 20 or so.
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The Caretaker's Concern 3/27/08 Ghetto temp. 45 F. and steady. Island tmp. 39 F. Yesterday's L/H: 30/48 F. Current conditions: Total cloud coverage, still night of little to no wind.
The Caretaker was up and out the door and on the ice at dawn, before sunrise. He delivered his car to its new owner. Then the Caretaker went down to Queensbury to the courthouse to settle a ticket.
Not so fast Caretaker.
The Caretaker was hoping to be done with the mainland for a while, his hopes have been dashed. It turns out the Caretaker will have to appear before the judge in traffic court come this Monday evening. If all goes well the Caretaker will plead his case well and not have to pay any fines. Unfortunately for the Caretaker traffic court doesn't begin until 4 p.m., chances are he won't be getting out of there well after dark. Depending on the conditions of the ice the Caretaker may have to make arrangements to stay over night on the mainland until Tuesday morning so he can travel the ice during daylight. Then again, the Caretaker may wind up in the clink and so he need not worry about the ice. Hm, county lock-up versus traveling the ice at night during early transition, it is safe to say that the Caretaker would much rather take his chances with the ice than the clink. You know who's in the clink? Mother rapers, Father rapers! The Caretaker doesn't want a pickle, he just wants to ride his motor-sickle.
After learning the great news from the courthouse clerk the Caretaker returned to the Island where he promptly began to break up more tree branches and had himself a big burn-off of the two piles he has accumulated so far. Although he was successful at burning off the two piles, there are still plenty more branches to go. While breaking up tree limbs for the fire it occurred to the Caretaker that if all these limbs had come down at the beginning of the Winter, he could have built himself a wigwam over the fire-pit and lived in there for the Winter, keeping warm by burning up all the wood-chips from the red pines. Oh, well, maybe next Winter--HA!