For those of you thirsting for more in our continuing series on Beer and Bro-Things in Backroadsia...here are a few interior shots from Hick's creekside cabin. Please remember that Val did not take the photos, so any ophthalmological fees that are incurred in the viewing of the pictures should be billed to Hick Thevictorian, 1 Creekside Bank, Backroads, MO ZIPPP. Because that's all you're gonna get from him: ZIP.
The inside entrance area is quite unassuming. For instance, you would never assume that a guy went to all the trouble to build a cabin, and leave the inside looking like this. Like a garage filling with junk. On the other side of that cabinet that looks like a door is the bedroom addition. Above, you can make out the loft area.
I have not been to the cabin since Hick started all of his improvements. Last time I was there, it was just a room with a rocking chair and a wood stove, suitable for a man to sit in with his old dog Grizzly warming at his feet, perhaps stirring a pot of chili I sent with him on the stove burner while watching the snow fall. There was a sleeping loft available for boys with sleeping bags. Genius had a sleepover down there one time.
I asked The Pony how to get up to the loft. "Well, there's a ladder. But it's full of stuff. So I don't think you can get up there right now." Indeed. As shown in the next photo. In the foreground you see the wood stove, and in the background the loft ladder.
The next wall is full of Hick's treasures, but he must have had a few adult beverages before snapping the photo. The Pony says that the white appliance is the refrigerator. I said there's no electricity down there at the cabin, and The Pony replied, "I think it's one of those kinds you have to put ice in to make it cold." So it's an icebox. I suppose a young whippersnapper like The Pony doesn't know the two terms are not interchangeable.
Next we have the icebox, more treasures, and light streaming in through the front window. Which has taken us around the world, or at least around the four walls of Hick's creekside cabin. He loves to hang out there, in the midst of his hoard, probably rubbing his hands together with glee, dreaming of all the new junk he might see at the auction to bring home and stuff inside his cabin until it groans with the excess.
As you can see, we're gonna need another cabin.
That is a great cabin...needs TV though. And if you get snowed in there is enough Quaker Oats to survive until summer.
ReplyDeleteI'm hoping those are TIN (or whatever metal they were made of) Quaker Oats containers, and not the cardboard ones. Otherwise, Hick has a serious hoarding problem...
ReplyDeleteOh, my. At least he is an organized hoarder .......
ReplyDeleteThis place is filled with a lot of cool stuff. For guys, this cabin is the stuff dreams are made of.
ReplyDeleteDare I say it? It looks a bit feminine.
ReplyDeletejoeh,
ReplyDeleteThat's gonna need another DISH. And electricity or another generator. Maybe he can find a generator that he can pedal like a bicycle. OR MAKE ONE! That's the ticket. Hick can generate his own electricity and watch his junking shows down in the cabin. I will gladly make him a pot of chili to reheat on his stove.
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Sioux,
Not sure about the Quaker Oats cans. If they're cardboard, they won't last long. The squirrels get in, and they purely love some cardboard or paper. And Hick STILL has a serious hoarding problem.
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Kathy,
For the most part. He loves to show off his treasures.
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Stephen,
That's Hick. The dreamweaver. He'll take away your worries of today, and leave tomorrow behind. He'll get you through the night, and help you see the morning light.
Okay. That's just creepy. But Hick would love to sit in the midst of his stuff and talk about how he acquired each piece.
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Catalyst,
ACK! That's like calling George Costanza "Madam" just because he's wearing glasses from the Gloria Vanderbilt Collection.