Fall and then… “Cabin Fever”
There is a signal of sorts…a call..a beckoning that begins with the simple turning of the Tamaracks. Fall colors appear on the trees in town, but the true signal…the one that the locals know only too well, is the turning of the Tamaracks! They first appear a lighter green, then gray, then fade to brown, then bare. We know the signs of the Winter approaching. The feeling one feels when the Tamaracks turn is mixed. Work ahead, cold…(bitter cold)..snow shovels, ice breaking…headbolt heaters…tire chains and snow tires. Speaking of..the line is pretty long over at the OK Tire Shop on Russell. Every rig needs them! Out of chains as usual.
Wandering into Quality Supply in Missoula, I am struck by the number of “rigs” in the lot. They are starting early this year, arms full of items as they wait patiently, chatting adamantly with the next guy in line. Most know each other, and look forward to this yearly trek. Water trough heaters, new winter gloves, feed, antibiotics…yes, the stock will fare well under their watchful eyes. The price of everything from hogs to cattle, feed to ammunition is discussed..everything that is but the weather. They save that for the rest of the year’s conversations. “Hey Hal, supposed to rain Friday” “Yeah, got to get that hay up”..but not now. Now they wonder just how hard this winter in Montana will be. They wonder of they can protect the home, the family and the stock adequately.
“Mom” and “Sister” have been dropped off at the grocery. It is their job to fill the cupboards, get more freezer wrap for the deer and elk that will be hanging in the garage or shed. This will start the ritual, the long Montana winter. When the meat has hung to allow for the tenderness, it will be slapped on someone’s kitchen table, cut-up by several men, and packaged by the women. Everyone shares in the work, the mess and the good eating! Montana winter is all about good friends and good food! I personally have canned more than I care to think about! Meat, fish, veggies..at least 2-3 hundred quarts per year! But the opening of each jar on those stormy evenings is a treasure.
The grocery list will include such items as playing cards and kerosene lamp oil. You have never lived until you have had 6 people playing pinocle around a table graced with kerosene lighting! Kids sleeping in front of the fire..THAT…is living! And, don’t forget the home brew..whatever it is.
That is what makes me get teary eyed just remembering the good times. Someone would occasionally get up from their chair and open the front door. The blast of icy air, and the snow drift halfway up the door frame usually meant breaking out the sleeping bags..company for the night…or week..dependng on the storms.
So after the day of preparation, we head over to the 4B’s or meet at the Lolo Truck Stop for coffee and pie. And, just as surely as we know Winter is coming, one of the women will say “Hell, I can make better pie than this!”, and she can. We will all partake on one of those cold, long, Winter evenings in our “cabin”. And…we will look daily at the mountains, and watch for the greening of the Tamaracks. We will watch for the “thumb” to lose it’s snow pack, and know it is time to plant the new potatoes, carrots and peas. We will not be able to stand the sight of each other by then…but we’ll meet them at the truck stop…and have a piece of pie.
Creekwalker