I miss Big Red and all the fun she brings, and the weather in which she reigns supreme, and also I miss running water.
Yep, you heard it here first, my water ran aground, deep into the bowels of the earth. So now, instead of hauling logs up the mountain, I haul jugs of water... quite possibly until spring. Short of building a fire on top of the ground in the crawl space, I don't think I'll get it back until the permafrost gets sucked out of the land.
More good times.