Cabin Stew

This recipe I can't claim as my own.. I've received it second hand, from an old timer in Dairyland, who has since moved back to his home in Frederic. It has stood the test of time, as this new generation will soon find out. The aroma's of venison, pork, and beef; along with taters, rutabagas, carrots, onions, and some secret ingredients, overtake my river valley. The smokey flavors abound! The perfect fire is hard to keep balanced.. Too hot and you'll scorch it, too cool and it won't simmer the six hours necessary to meld the savory flavors together.. This feller here has it all figured out..

The first pot of stew over my new fire pit. I think this will be the first of many stew's made with the meat in the pot, from the game that was shot (or bought), from the Fort Flambeau crew.

Flan-man

A Weekend Getaway

Dropped the girls off at Grandma Rae Rae and Papa's and head to the cabin for a 7th Anniversary Weekend, October 2005... Drop the girls AND baby boy off at Grandma Rae Rae and Papa's and head to the cabin for an 11th anniversary weekend, October 2009...

Happy Anniversary Sweetie! Posted by Danette

November? December? January?

October?!? October 12th to be exact! Posted by Danette

Fort Flambeau Feelings........

Surprised!!

Tranquility.......

Determination.

Happiness :)

Uncertainty...????

Excitement!!!

Content.

Confusion...?

Peace.

Delight.

Wonder...

Respect!

Astonishment.

Madness......running 5 miles at 8:00 AM on a tubing weekend?!

Come on baby light my fire..

Over the years some of the most entertaining moments have been had around my fire pit. It has changed some since the days of yore, but the ambiance and outcome is the same.. A place for those to gather, to discuss the days catch (or lack there of), to discuss lofty taxes and crooked politicians, or to just relax and reflect on the day spent in the north woods. To enjoy the peace and quiet, with no cell phone service, where you are bound to hear wolves or coyotes every night, or bump into a bear..Future girl scouts being taught by an old indian..

Throw a line in and cozy up..

A gathering place for all after dinner..

Past girl scouts..

The crutch fire poker..

Another great nite to keep warm by the fire..

The new fire pit - providing gouey treats for future late night guests.. Flan

Just when people think the fun is done. The toys are put away, the temperature drops, the white stuff piles up and darkness comes a bit early. People don't visit as often. I do not understand.

I am just as happy as ever to have guests in those cooler and whiter months. There is much fun to be had. And the beauty is unparalleled in its own pristine way.

Life is good...even in the colder whiter months. Ruski