a place for winter early Nov.

It drops below freezing every night. I am sleeping less in my truck and more at Michael's. If I were young I might winter over in the Lavvu. I'd use up years of firewood in the open fire circle. The people who lived there before moved lower into the warm valleys for winter. I stay there now only when blue spreads out beyond the end of the sky. Michael lives in a shed of sorts: 8X11 feet with a Piano, a weight bench, two harps, two guitars, three cats and no plumbing. Add me and two dogs and we are squished in. Two content cave dwellers. I move about in there from loft bed to weight bench to piano bench and rarely touch the floor- like the cats. Michael stays lower. Most animals prefer to clump together for sleeping and grooming. The space they need is wandering space. Where did we turn that around? We have, most of us, no space to roam, and huge bed and bath rooms.
I've been looking for a small camper trailer to live in for the winter. I found one in Wyoming. It's fifty years old, round, all wood inside and 12 feet long. I bought it for $500. from a woman who herded sheep in the mountains for ten years. She is readying the trailer for the road and I'm readying my truck for the pulling. Last week I went to Utah to cut fire wood for the Lavvu. I bought a man-sized Stihl chainsaw. I cut fallen trees and and some dead standing. I leave the goblin trees to cut into the sky, for the birds to roost. I was inside scared about the transition from collecting branches to Sometimes a Great Notion. I handle a chainsaw like an over grown spider monkey. I had just started and was feeling steady when Diiko my deaf dog came back to the Lavvu with a big puncture wound in her groin. She had run through a sharp stick. It pierced her and snapped off. I had imagined my saw cutting into flesh, not the wood. I will cut with more reverence. I packed up and drove back to my veterinarian friend who flushed out the stick fragments and sewed Diiko up.