Dan headed out to try to find a little more dry wood at the bottom of the woodpile. "Some fucking vacation," I heard him mutter. Poor guy was having a bad day. First the emergency at work, then the expensive bag, then the rain, and now his cabin.

In the carport, he took off his towel, and went behind the hut naked as a jaybird. He showed back up with several pieces of wood, and made a couple more trips, making a dry stack of wood under the cover of the carport.

I noticed what he was up to since I was constantly going in and out, being tasked with...