Hang Time Hook has been produced!

I am really excited to announce that my friend Eric Johnson’s Hang Time Hook has come out of development, through production and is now in distribution to vendors.

Eric was 3-D printing the prototypes of this in his basement, and everyone I know who saw them got one.

They are a niche product for those who use a hammock. However, if you hang in a gathered end hammock this is the balls.

The HTH allows you to hang your phone [or anything else you want] from the large clip, which then can be swiveled to whatever angle you need. [I mostly just use mine to keep my phone up and out from under me, and so I can conveniently touch it to check the time n the dark. It also works great with my GoalZero USB fan for hot nights!] Earbuds and glasses can hang off the tabs, and the large hole at the top will accept anything with a button sewn on. The whole clip can be slid along the ridgeline of the hammock and then “fixed” in place with a cordlock, but can still easily be moved as need dictates.

I suspect everyone who is going to the group hammock hang this coming weekend will be looking to pick up a finished product… I’m just hoping he brings enough in black.



The Dolly Sods Wilderness, West Virginia

A great view from the trail around Spruce Mountain in the Dolly Sods

[courtesy of Chris Meadows from FB]

What I love about the outdoors community online is their openness. Chris was fine with my using his photo over here, and just my mention on FB of not having been to the Sods since the 1970s garnered an invitation to join George Carr from LocoLibre Quilts in September for a trip back down there… George and I only know each other through email exchanges and here he is, willing to ask me to come along with him for an outing.

My mention of plans to relocate to North Carolina led to an immediate invite to join the Tarheel Hangers Group of hammock fans, and I’ve already had the offer of the use of someone’s mountain cabin up around Franklin, NC.

Parting Can Be Such Sweet Sorrow

When I was 12 years old my grandmother in Pittsburgh unexpectedly pulled an old, Pennsylvania made, Kentucky style musket out of a closet and gave it to me. When you are 12, something like that is far beyond “way cool”.

This particular gun had been converted from a flintlock to a cap and ball mechanism like the one shown below.


The gun my Grandmother gave me was old and neglected, but had “good bones”. There was a beautiful brass mounted patch pocket on the butt, some pretty engraving on the lock plate, and the fore-stock had some nice tiger maple striping. However, there was some damage from powder ignition right in front of the lock, and forward on the stock, it had split and needed restoration badly.

It was a strictly a display gun. What I have always called a “fireplace piece”… one that you could hang over your fireplace as decor for the “WE have an Early American Heritage” look…

It has traveled with me to every home I’ve had since I graduated college. Sometimes it hung on the wall, sometimes it stood in the corner, and sometimes it languished in a closet, but I have always treasured it as the most wonderful gift my Grandmother D ever gave me.

As part of the chore of cleaning out so many things here at the Château, the gun was one of those that I made the painful decision to let go. I put it in the For Sale listings on an antique gun site here on the Internet. Some of the guys on there were nice enough to give me good price range advice and one ended up buying from me at what I found to be fair and equitable.

I had a surprise in my email today when he sent me photos of the gun with all of the restoration work completed. I’m delighted. The Fates obviously decreed that this guy was to be “the next owner”.

Nothing fancy, nothing too over-the-top, nothing showy… Just a wonderfully faithful restoration to its original look.

All of the wood damage has been repaired, the lock is been restored to a flintlock mechanism that matches beautifully, the brass work has not been polished to a ridiculous and impractical shine… It just simply looks like a gun that one of my ancestors would’ve used on a daily basis.

I especially love the addition of the silver nosepiece at the tip of the fore-stock. I am truly glad that the gun went to someone who had the time, the money and the knowledge to do a good job on its restoration. That is something that I would never have been able to achieve.

While it is a silly thing, one of the most delightful parts of the photos that he sent is the fact that this staging for the last photo [of the entire gun] could so easily be right out at the feet of one of my birch trees in my own yard.


Never forget there is a place where nature does not know your name. Where boulders have no awareness of your troubles. Where the sky dances without anyone to watch or care. Never forget that you are made of this same stuff, this same potential, this same joy. Never forget that this life of yours is only a wisp of time and your days are, in fact, but a few. With this remembering, return to your life, your troubles, your tasks. With this remembering, you will once again find your way.

[Unposted, and found in the old drafts files… ]


Now… go check out this post>> https://taniamarieartist.wordpress.com/2015/02/04/a-mysterious-enchanted-wonderland-of-organic-sculptures-in-the-deep-woods/