My island girl has changed status—she is no longer an island girl. Desiree is now a full-on mountain woman. She has fallen in love with the mountains of Montana in general, but she has particularly attached herself to our cabin property. Surprisingly, Desiree is often more eager to spend time at the cabin than I am, which is remarkable.
Over the weekend, despite relatively
cold weather and recent snow, Desiree insisted on going to the cabin so she
could clear willows overhanging her favorite fishing holes near our bridge.
“I’m going to get in the creek with
my snippers,” she informed me.
“It’s going to be pretty cold,” I
suggested.
“I’ve been wanting to clear the brush
to make fishing easier for a long time.”
“Okay.”
After starting a fire in the cabin
and helping me with a couple of chores, Desiree pulled on her waders and headed
for the creek with tree-trimming snippers. I must admit, she greatly impressed
me. Winter or not, she waded into the chilly waters and ratcheted her way into
the brush arching over the running water. She remained in the creek for over an
hour, whittling away the willows that most hindered her fishing.
Good stuff, that.
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—Mitchell Hegman
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