The Place I Call Home: The Missouri Ozark Mountains

The Ozark Mountains Missouri

I now live in the Ozarks.  It’s a great house in a great area of Missouri.

In past blogs I wrote on the people here that I am proud and honored to be allowed to call my friends and neighbors.

This blog, though, is about my cabin even further into the mountains.

The Cabin in the Woods Salem Missouri

It is a log cabin set on a hill looking down into a glade which is part of Pine Hollow.  On most any morning, as the sun rises, one can watch wildlife wake from their slumber.

Ground squirrels scamper about under foliage and leaf cover looking for a morning meal.  Birds start singing, then flying the skies by picking up the winds to glide among the wistful clouds.

Embers in the wood burning stove caused fresh logs to blaze and cooked coffee in an old, blue metal pot.  The aroma forces a person to pour some of the black liquid into a matching blue metal cup.

Sitting on the steps, blowing on the coffee as if that would cool the hot beverage, your attention is again drawn down the hill.

Deer in the Woods

One by one, the deer enter the valley to graze.  They see me sitting and drinking my coffee but know from my disposition they can continue their eating in safety.

By the time the cup is empty, the bacon in the cast iron skillet is crisp and the grease is ready for the eggs.

Inside the Cabin in Salem Missouri

The log structure is small and even smaller inside.  There is enough room for one, cozy for two.  Light comes from two windows during the day and kerosene lamps in the evening.  Water is in five gallon containers stacked in the corner.

After breakfast, there is wood to be cut from down wood.  Some to be stacked inside the cabin, some outside under a cover, the rest just stacked by the fire pit.

When my son and daughter were small, they carried all the rock to line the bottom and sides of that fire pit.  That was thirty years ago and the rocks are still in place.

By the time I finish all the chores, the sun is below the treetops and it’s time for supper, consisting of a steak and veggies.

While eating supper, I listen to “The Radio Reader” on the local PBS station.  Every evening during the week a chapter of a book is read over the radio.

The coffee is hot again and there is the sound of a truck pulling up the hill to the door of the cabin.  It’s a friend and neighbor.  His name is Dan and the coal black hair is grey now.  He still walks with a small limp.  He lost his leg to a landmine but unless you knew that fact, you’d think he just had a rough day.  Dan has never been bitter about the loss of his leg.  He always has a smile and a good word.

Over a couple cups of coffee and a few cigarettes we talk about his family and then mine.

Original The Wolf's Moon Book Cover

The night gets late and under a clear sky the full moon lights the road for Dan to drive home.

After I’m sure Dan is safely down the hill and onto the gravel road headed home, I sit with the last cup of coffee in the pot and make notes on paper and on the neat little voice recorder my wife, Sandy, gave me.

I know that it’s time for bed when the coyotes start yapping, calling to their young.

With the stove full of wood and coffee set up for the next day, I pull my wool military blankets over me.  I know peace.

Tomorrow, I’ll write.

Copyright © 2013 Patrick Jones All Rights Reserved

33 thoughts on “The Place I Call Home: The Missouri Ozark Mountains”

    1. Going to the cabin is just going home. My neighbors are the wildlife that surround the cabin. To be greeted by the birds and the deer, even the squirrels, makes me feel comfortable and safe as I pray that the wildlife feels – safe with me being there. Thank you for your response. Pat

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  1. Sounds like the perfect place to write! Love the animal sounds and the deer visiting and sitting enjoying a cup of coffee. It is your little piece of heaven. You are fortunate to have such a lovely peaceful place to be. Can almost smell the coffee. Lol!

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  2. What a perfect and simple setting for letting nature spur creativity and the beauty of life lay around you. There is something very pure about the place and experience ~ tomorrow is a good day to write.

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  3. Reminds me of home in rural Georgia. Only the steak was venison and the deer didn’t have so good a chance. Little fawns yes, big bucks, not so much. I miss the sounds of the whippoorwills at night, and the feel of the ground vibrating under the pounding hooves on the surrounding pastures. Thank you for taking me out of Orlando for a bit.

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  4. I would love to live like that, Patrick! I’ve always loved ‘off-road; tent camping, too, and never wanted to go home at the end of a trip. Do you have internet access there? I think it’s probably the only thing I wouldn’t want to live without these days! Tell Sandy the loony Brit loves her photo of the fawn! Has she christened him ‘Mr. Tumnus’?

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    1. We used to go camping and that is why we originally bought the property in Salem, MO. We have had more wonderful experiences just being totally alone in the middle of nowhere! Where we are we have internet access but down in Salem, once you head down to the property…there is n o t h i n g!! No electric…no phone…no water…no potty…just life in the most basic of form. It is just untouched by anything other than nature. Now here where we live now…we have all of those amenities so we don’t go down as much…plus we have the woods…rivers, etc. Missouri is great for rivers. Sandy took that picture right from the sun room where I write. The Mom and two fawns just strolled up and weren’t scared of anything. That is why it is my favorite place to write!

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    1. When you go totally into the woods, it takes about 3 days to settle down enough to realize that you are at peace. The only problem is usually you have to pack up and go home then! Luckily, we go home now to the woods, but not quite as much void of water, electricity, phone and a bathroom!

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  5. I could smell that steak cooking from here, Pat. Nice cabin. My guess is the deer are scarce during hunting season, Ha ha. I loved your descriptions, and I’m glad you found your little slice of heaven.

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    1. Thanks John! I hope that you are enjoying the book! Yes…my life is complete living down here. Sandy will love that you liked the picture of the fawn. She took that one from the back sun room where I write! The Mom and 2 fawns showed up just out of the blue! Have a great week! Will be looking for your “hump day” ponderings! Take care.

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