Tunnels and Forts
I grew up, well as much growing up as I did anyway, back in the 70’s and 80’s. We had a pet rabbit back then, named Flip Flop, because of his habit of flip flopping which ear he had up and which he laid flat. As he was terrified of being out loose, my dad made this long cage for him to run, and it was connected to our woodhouse with a little hole to an inside cage in the warm.
In winter Flip Flop would make tunnels in the snow in this cage and you could see him running flat out through them. Us kids too loved to make tunnels in the snow, I was a small brat of a boy, and didn’t need a lot of snow for them, but it also seemed we had more snow back in those days. I can remember wiggling through tunnels in the snow banks both short and long.
Just to the left of this picture would have been a clothesline stand dad had made, attached to the woodhouse, climbing up a few steps nearly to the roof, with a clothesline mounted a pole from it, with a pulley to string out the clothes. In winter this would usually drift in, and it was my favorite spot to tunnel. I could dig a hole under the bottom step, and get under the wooden stand, digging it out and wiggling myself into a cozy warm little house. Being a loner even then, I could spend hours in there making my plans for world domination in my captain Nemo submarine, with my underground fortress buried in under Granny Walters Hill. Somehow that fortress still needs to take shape 🙂
Don’t forget being a kid folks, go play in the snow when you can!
Raised in outport Newfoundland in a town of 65 people, I pursued a post secondary diploma in Information Technology right out of High School.
I’ve always been a geek at heart, but yet I love the rural life I grew up with. Fishing, hunting, camping and the great outdoors are still loves of mine, even if I don’t pursue them as often as I once did. Sports were always a big part of our lives, and I played many (badly) and loved them all.
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