The Shack

Firepit area. Note the shiny new bouy kettle ready to feed the hungry.
 They'll arrive on four wheelers and in pickups for
beer, bread and bouya around the fire.

Deep in the northern wilderness and miles from International Falls, the front door on a deer shack got a fresh coat of Hunter's Red this week. The painter paused to admire his work, surveyed his far-away forest kingdom, and declared yet another Happy Hour.

Deck hand

Retired newspaper executive Wayne Kasich and his wife, Mary Ann, enjoy their isolated retreat, accessible only by vehicles with really tall, nubby wheels that grip when the ground isn't too wet or snowy.
There's propane gas for cooking, lighting and some heating, a handy generator when electricity is needed, and always plenty of wood for a fire. Water is carried in. A "Little Buddy" heater waits on call to warm the biffy.
Wayne just completed some ambitious carpentry, including a precisely-laid deck that encircles the entire enterprise and branches off to the heated outhouse, with its matching red door.
We've looked over a dozen photos of Wayne's World, and can't help but notice plenty of projects and chores left to do. For example, there's a dozen deer racks stashed in their well-appointed kitchen that need hanging and there's a stack of wood to split.
This will all have to wait. It's Happy Hour.

Deer racks await beneath the butcher block.