A Tub of Hot Water

May 23rd, 2011 by Kathleen No comments »

Oh sure, for years we wanted a hot tub. Living off grid as we do that would not be as easy as purchasing an electrically heated spa from the local retailer. We would need a real wooden tub, no fiberglass for us we said, and a way to heat the water that did not use a lot of electricity is a necessity.

Eight or nine years ago we attempted a hot tub coup. My brother called to say he had found a 4′ x 6′ used redwood tub that had been continuously filled with water. The seller wanted $200. There was just the tub, nothing else. Still and all it was a good deal. We went and picked it up. We drove it home on its side in the back of the pick-up.

Oh, I was all enthusiasm. I went to the library and checked out books of hot tub structures and placement. Where we live there is no flat place, unless you make it yourself. We chose a spot beyond the large PV tracker, on a steep, but short rise.

Our friend, Jose, built the structure I picked from a book. Steps led up to small roofed deck that curved around the tub. In the water you could be under the roof or under the stars.

My husband, Bob-O dug a trench and buried electrical conduit and a gas line. We had planned on heating the tub with solar with a propane back up. Under the deck and accessible from the side was room for all the pumps, filters and heater.

Our plans never bore fruit. We could not get the tub to hold water. We set up a sprinkler inside of the tub and ran it everyday as long as the sun shone (solar pumped water) for weeks. Although the wood was wet constantly three inches was all we could get. After a lot of wasted water we gave up. Then we found rot under the metal tub bands. We would not try to save it.

For eight years the project sat frozen in time. Through all the sun, rain and snow the hot tub that needs no towel‚ stood upright and unused. Bob-O wanted to tear the structure down. Now, years later, our big tracking PV array had grown so that the hot tub building partially shaded the PVs at a certain time of year in the late afternoon.

I kept putting the demolition off. I wanted to find some way to move the structure, in toto, to a new location. I was not willing to give up the hot tub dream. Not sure how to accomplish this, even with much discussion, we took easy route, we did nothing.

Then my sister Mary got a Snorkel hot tub. The snorkel tub has a wood stove that sits right in the water, on one side of the tub. There is a fence between for safety. All openings on the stove are above the rim of the tub so water cannot get into the stove, Hence the name, Snorkel.

Next thing we knew my sister Tamra got a Snorkel hot tub. Although used and years old her tub performed as well as Mary’s. We began to re-evaluate the probability of our hot tub dream.

A creek runs through our property whose banks are in continual need of ladder fuels reduction. This means dead and down wood that would keep a wildfire going until the live trees could catch fire also. Usually this wood is cleaned up and stacked in large piles to be burned when the wet weather starts. Locally this is called, burning slash.

We realized that we had a continual supply of small dry, dead wood for the Snorkel. We would not have to broach the wood we buy and stack in the woodshed for winter heating in the house. This was a big consideration for our choosing the Snorkel.

We called Snorkel and ordered our tub. We had decided to tear down or try to move the old structure so we contemplated where would be better. I wanted a place with some solar access so we could place a passive solar pre-heater on the tub.

We found out that Snorkel advises that you assemble your tub within two weeks of its arrival. This is because it is shipped with a certain amount of water content in the wood. Leave it too long in the dry or wet weather and the stave assembly will be more difficult. The cool thing is that Snorkel will hold your order till you get your hot tub pad ready.

We considered several places around the yard. Some were too far from the house and all needed a lot of site preparation before we could send for the tub. I despaired.

One day while Bob-O was at work I went out to the old tub and climbed inside. I could see daylight through the cracks in the staves. I wiggled one and it slipped up out of the metal rings. I threw it aside. Each stave was easier to wiggle out and discard. The metal rings fell around the flat pieced, round bottom. I moved the bottom pieces to be used as a deck for my solar cookers over by the greenhouse. The side staves I stacked for firewood to be used in the new Snorkel when it arrived.

When Bob-O got home I showed him the cleaned up site. “Looks like we’ll put it here”, he said, “Tell them to ship it.” I did, they did and shortly the tub arrived by truck freight for assembly.

We assembled the tub on the flat, clean cement shop floor. With the very cool rubber mallet and wrench that comes with the tub we set to work the next Saturday morning. All told it took us about six hours till we were looking at the beautiful finished cedar tub.

Cedar Snorkel Hot Tub

To move it from the shop to the site we used our tractor. We put the forklift blades on the front bucket and adjusted them out to the sides as far as they would go. Making a cradle between with a large flat piece of cardboard we rolled the tub onto the forks. A single tie down strap secured the tub across the middle.

Bob-O slowly drove the tractor into position. We rolled the tub off the forks and onto the chime joists and foundation for the tub. The stove did not take long to place in the tub. While Bob-O attached the stove to the tub wall I assembled the wood fence that attaches to the stove side for safety. We filled the tub with water solar pumped from our well. A 3′ x 6′cedar tub it holds 400 gallons.

Positioning the Snorkel

That first night we only lost 3″ of water. We replaced that water and started a fire in the Snorkel. The warm water hastened the swelling of the wood and lessened, then stopped any leaks.

We got into the tub that night. It was bliss. We gazed at the stars and made plans to improve the pavilion. The future looked warm and steamy. We did not know then that in a few short weeks the nighttime temperature would drop to 7°F or below consistently for nights on end. Up on the hill our spring froze up and the hot tub would become our only watery solace.

We gathered about a cord of dry fallen wood. I made an insulating cover out of a patchwork of recycled bubble wrap. It was time to hone our skills at regulating the water temperature.

We had a floating thermometer in the tub. We hung a plastic canoe paddle by the tub. The Snorkel is made to run a hot fast fire. Once we had a fire going in the stove we kept track of times and temperatures. When the desired temperature is achieved the stove is closed down, lid and damper. This stops the heat from building by cutting off the fire’s oxygen supply.

Time, then Temp 9:43 AM, 50°F 10.02 AM, 62°F 10:33 AM, 71°F 11:00 AM, 76°F 11:17 AM, 80°F 12:18 PM, 95 1:04 PM, 102°F 1:55 PM, 114°F

As you can see from my notes it was not that easy to keep track of the temperature in the tub. The last temperature is way too hot to get into. 104°F is the hottest recommended temperature for hot tubs or spas. It just happened. This happened partly because of the distance between the house and the tub.

Tough Tubbing
You gotta be tough to tub at our house. You must brave the chill winds of winter and tread through the snow. The tub is situated out the back door across the driveway and up a short rise to a semi level area. This is on the North side of the house, which means it gets the down slope, down canyon winds that power our wind turbine situated a little further out into the meadow.

We would go out, check the fire in the stove and add wood if the fire had died down. Then we would stir the tub with the canoe paddle, wait a minute then pull the floating thermometer to the side and read the temperature. This is an old liquid in glass type so we had to be careful not to hit it with the paddle. The amount of trips to the tub multiplied as the temperature neared its goal of 104°F.

Set Up and in Use


After we raised the temperature too high several times my husband Bob-O decided to devise a system where we could do the stirring and the temperature check from the warmth of our house.

Since he had already buried a power line to the hot tub structure, he installed an all-weather covered outlet there. After much investigation and a couple false leads he bought an aquarium pump (8watt, 620gph) to circulate the water in the tub as we are heating it. It works great. No more cold water lurking under the benches.

Bob-O found a wireless digital indoor/outdoor thermometer with a remote readout. The temperature probe had to be submersible. He placed the probe about halfway down the inside wall of the tub. The digital remote readout base sits on his desk.

The bubble wrap insulating cover had a frustrating and thankfully brief lifespan. We got the ‘closed cell foam’ insulating cover from Snorkel and cut it to size. By judicious use of the scissors and pattern placement we were almost able to cut two full-sized layers. Having a short flat side next to the wooden fence, that shields the tubbers from the stove, gave us enough extra for this to work. The top of one curve is only missing a 3″ strip. The double thickness foam is very insulative and light enough to move on and off the tub quickly and easily by anyone.

Now when we heat the tub we can tell exactly when it is the right temperature for tubbing, or adding wood, just by reading the remote display. There is also a digital readout mounted by the tub itself so we can check the ambient and tub temperatures while we are in the water. It’s quite a clever set-up.

Tub Tea
We tubbed just about every night. Bob-O would call when he left the job and I would start the fire. On weekends we’d go in a couple times a day. If the sun came out we would drain the tub, scrub it down and refill it using the solar run pump in our well. It was being quite cold and the warmth of the tub was glorious. Ever see pictures of the Snow Monkeys of Japan? That was us. Spikey wet hair and all.

The tannins leached out of the cedar staves giving the water a brownish tint. I asked my sister Mary about this effect, as she had owned a Snorkel tub longer than us. “Don’t worry”, she said, “just think of it as sunless tanning.” After that I eagerly looked in vain for any ‘tanning’ effect, which would have been welcome in the dead of winter.

Just about 4 weeks after we started using the tub it got very cold. I mean really cold for these parts. The temperature got down to 7°F, the next night 6°F, and the next night it warmed up to 8°F. No rain, no snow, just cold.

Our house water system is charged by a spring piped underground to a gravity fed 1000-gallon cement tank buried on the hillside across the creek. The water line is buried from there down the hill, under the road and comes out of the bank about 5 above the creek. This is the weak link in our water system. The pipe crosses over the creek before it is again buried all the way to the house. We have insulated the pipe with foam and covered it with a protective metal pipe. Inside the foam and at both exposed ends we run heat tape around the pipe to prevent freezing. Since we only need to loads run these in the wintertime when we are on microhydro the power use is not an issue.

The night it was 7°F the waterline across the creek froze, even with the heat tape on. We used the solar pump and the well to fill buckets of water for use in the kitchen and the bathroom. We drained, cleaned and refilled the tub. I was thinking this was pretty tolerable. At least we weren’t breaking a hole in the creek ice to get water. Been there, done that.

The next night it was 6°F and the waterline from the solar pump and the wellhead froze. The water we had then was all we would have. The house system froze even more, up the line underground and in the pipes under the house. The next night was 8°F. We could only conserve the water we had and wait for warmer weather. We were in the hot tub every night. It was a real comfort to be warm all over. Well, except our ears. We took to wearing hats that covered our ears in the tub.

Although the nights did not get above freezing for two more weeks we were able to thaw the wellhead and pump line. We dipped water from the creek, heated it and poured it slowly on the frozen areas. Once we had the well water pumping again I used bags of Styrofoam peanuts (we get them in packaging all the time) to cover the exposed areas, then weighted the bags down. Now on sunny days we were able to drain, clean and fill the Snorkel. (Doing that about once a week was just right.) We topped off the water buckets in the house at the same time.

Usually we would be able to hook a hose between the well line and an outside faucet on the house and back charge the house system. Now with all the frozen lines in the house system we just had to wait for a thaw. When the system did thaw out we found that the spring itself had frozen. First time in the twenty years we’ve been here that has happened. By that time though we were able to use the well to back charge the house system.

Christmas Morning

Warmest Regards
Hot water is a miracle. Just wait till you don’t have it. Was it serendipity that we got the hot tub just in time to be such a comfort in our time of need? Clean living? Kismet? We were just glad we had the Snorkel Hot Tub. We are tubbing regularly and look forward to many years of heated relaxation and quiet conversation under the stars.

Varmints, Part Deux

July 19th, 2010 by Kathleen No comments »

I have caught the varmints with a camera, but not my live traps. I know I have a fox and a raccoon, the double whammy, as it were. I can only set the traps when I know I will be free the next morning to relocate the marauders if I do catch them.It is just to hot to keep an animal caged for long.

Crazy like a fox? Our well driller said you have to have patience to catch a fox. Our good friend, Carl Otto Eichenhofer, used to say, “Patience?! How long does that take?! An hour?!”. I can’t even think of getting chickens again until I’ve leveled their playing field a bit. I’ve heard about an automatic chicken door closer that uses a timer mechanism. That sounds like just the ticket for me. So far the varmints come in the night.

We’ve trapped and shot a lot of ground squirrels this spring. We haven’t seen any rattlesnakes yet this year. Oh, I’ve seen plenty of snakes but they are the kind that eat gophers, so rock on!

The weeds in the gardens are flourishing grandly. The vegetables are doing okay too. We still have a running creek so we are getting some hydro power, but the hot weather will shrink the creek fairly quickly. Hooray for solar and wind power!

Varmints vs Locavores

May 20th, 2010 by Kathleen No comments »


I have assorted sizes of live traps for the wild animals that start to hang around and raid the compost or eye my chickens. We have a county trapper, which is a free service paid for by my county taxes. So far I have used that service once.

The week before we moved to this house we were at our cabin on the California Salmon River. It was a sunny day and our dog was sleeping in the front yard. I heard the chickens squawking loudly in the orchard behind the cabin. I thought they had seen a snake in the grass or some such. The squawking was so loud our rooster Francis, Bob-O and I all came to see what was going on.

What we saw at the top of the orchard, where the forest met the clearing, was a mountain lion with one of the free ranging hens in its mouth. The hen was clamped so tight in the cat’s jaws that the chicken’s wing was spread flat like a fan. That cougar’s large golden eyes looked right at us, the arm-thick tail twitched back and forth slowly before it turned and melted into the trees. Amelia Airedale, my dog, slept through the whole thing, for which I was grateful.

Since we were moving in just a week I kept the chickens in their coop until we moved here. I quickly turned a small shed into a coop, but it did not have a run yet. For a month or so the chickens ranged at will.

I went to collect the eggs one day and did one of the quickest U-turns you ever saw. There was a skunk sleeping in one of the nest boxes. Now what? I knew skunks are nocturnal so I set my alarm for the wee hours and left the door to the coop open at night. Two nights went by and the skunk did not leave. The chickens would go into the coop at night and roost right by the skunk.

I called the county and they directed me to the county trapper. He came out the next day. He had a cage trap and we wrapped it around the sides with plastic in case the skunk sprayed. We eased a milk crate close to the nest and placed the trap right up against the opening. It was a gray cold drizzly day as we stood outside the coop and stuck sticks through the cracks to wake up and goad the skunk into the trap.

The skunk woke up and moved to the next nest and began eating an egg. This had all taken an hour or more. I told the trapper I understood he had tried his best and that it was okay to shoot it. He did, it sprayed. When he pulled it out of the nest it had open sores on it’s head and paws. This freaked me out so much I gave away my flock and began planning the Chicken House of Mystery.

What I found out that day is that even if we had been able to trap the skunk and even if it did look healthy the trapper would have to kill it. It’s the policy of the county here. That is why I have my live traps and do not have the trapper come anymore. I have called him since and gotten good advice on where to successfully release wild animals that I trap. Here in our rural county, it’s a question of distance rather than location. Too close and the animal will come right back, now wary of the trap! We did trap a raccoon once and per the county trapper’s advice we relocated it many miles away very close to a river.

photo by Bob-O


My last flock of chickens was wiped out in the night by way of the coop door being inadvertently left open one summer night. Before getting the next flock, be they chicks or pullets, I have been on a campaign of varmint removal. I have trapped two possums, a skunk and twice the same orange feral cat that hangs around. We shot the possums and the skunk and I have let the orange tabby go both times talking soothingly to him as I did so. He (orange tabbies are male, calicos are female) does us the favor of keeping the mice population down and saves me the task of burying the gophers, ground squirrels, brown headed cow birds, moles that fall to our varmint eradication program. I have made a small flat altar from basalite bricks out in the yard, close to the garden. We lay the offering on the altar and in the morning it’s gone. We know it’s the cat because we have used a game camera to take his picture while in the act of dining.

This may sound a little weird but the cat gets fed so it hangs around killing mice and I don’t have to have little bodies buried in my yard. We do still bury the rattlesnakes and any varmint carcass too big for the cat to eat. Bob-O dug me a big hole with the backhoe on the sidehill and that is where the larger varmints, and chickens that die of MCD(Mystery Chicken Death), end up.

Right now I have what appears to be raccoons raiding my compost/worm bin out under the apple tree. I have found tiny muddy hand-like footprints trailing across my deck. The worm bed is our old bathtub covered with a couple of pieces of scrap plywood. Every morning the plywood has been pushed aside and the scraps and coffee grounds rifled through.

I had tried to use a piece of freezer burned goat as bait but had no takers. Then I remembered some salmon we had been given, also from the freezer. It was salmon that had traveled all the way from the coast 190 miles to the Iron Gate Dam and Hatchery here on the Klamath. By the time the fish reach here their flesh is almost gray and they are on the verge of death. Salmon do not eat once they leave the ocean to spawn. Although I accepted the gift of the frozen salmon I could not eat it. So I took the salmon out and sawed off one end. I threw this to the back of the trap where the varmint would have to tread on the trap mechanism to get it. I have had raccoons reach their little hands into the trap from the sides, top and bottom through the wires and remove my bait without entering the trap. I prevented this by placing the whole back end of the trap into a slightly larger animal cage. This effectively blocks any assaults from the outside.

photo by Bob-O


The first night I used the fish bait I caught the cat. The tabby was meowing and the sound was like he had been a smoker, harsh and cracked. I let the cat go. The second and third night the trap sat with the smelly fish and no takers. the fourth morning the trap was still unsprung but the fish was gone. We were at a Green Fair for three days so I closed the trap and did not think of it again until two days ago. A marauder is back at my worm bed. Time to set the trap and the game camera so I can tell if it is a lone varmint or a whole family of varmints. No sense in getting chickens until I get the varmints.

Any animal, domestic or wild, deserves our best efforts to do the right thing. What is right depends on the animal and the circumstances. I have traps that are not live traps, which I use for gophers, moles, wood rats, mice and ground squirrels. If we kill an animal it is done quickly and the carcass buried or left on the altar to feed another animal. Whatever your belief on this you must decide your own course of action. Doing nothing is rarely an option. Living in the woods ain’t for sissies, and everybody likes chicken.

Hydro Highjinks

April 28th, 2010 by Kathleen 3 comments »

photo by Kathleen Jarschke-Schultze


A wet Spring is always what we hope for and this year we have it. Our average rainfall is 22 inches, a meager amount that leaves our creek dry most Summers. Since October first, the beginning of our water year, a little less than 20 inches has been measured by our electronic rain gauge. Last month Bob-O planted snow peas and when they poked out of the ground, new and green, it snowed. The peas have survived so far being joined by plantings of onions, kale, lettuce, potatoes, Romanesco, radishes, spinach, beets and carrots. It seems like every time I plant something in the garden it rains or, more likely, it is just that we are dashing out to the garden to plant between the rainstorms. What could be more perfect?
Our creek has not had much water in it this winter although there has been plenty of flow to power our micro-hydro turbine. The amount of rain determines how long the creek will run and since our hydro-plant is a 24/7 renewable power source, we are grateful when the creek is flows well. On the other hand, when it rains or snows a lot, leaves get knocked off the branches and fall into the water. They get sluiced down the creek channel and onto our intake screen. That is when we have to hike up the creek with out a paddle, but with a rake.

photo by Kathleen Jarschke-Schultze


The intake of the hydro becomes clogged with debris and it must be cleaned off. So, standing in the rushing water with rake in hand we clean the leaves off the intake and let them rush on down the watercourse. When I must perform this chore alone I use the 3 point rule. Three of my appendages are firmly planted or gripping an anchor at all times. Hold on to two branches, lift one foot, both feet on good footing, let go with one hand, move slowly and live to tell the tale. Standing on moss slicked underwater pipelines are a fast route to disaster. When the creek water is high and brown and the runoff is from snow in the mountains, cleaning the intake can be daunting. Hydraulic force is just that, a force to be reckoned with and respected. With all the rain lately this has become an almost daily chore. We wear Arctic Muck Boots, the absolutely best gum boot we’ve ever tried. Besides being waterproof the boots are lined with neoprene. I can have cold feet to start with, put on my Muck boots, hike out and clean the intake, wade in the icy water, and return to the house with warm feet.

photo by Kathleen Jarschke-Schultze


The main difference between grid-tied and off-grid power systems is just this; You are your own utility. When there is maintenance to be done, you do it. You are hands-on involved with producing the energy you consume. The good news is there is no check is written to the utility every month, no blackouts to be endured, no coal mined, no foreign oil pumped, no atoms smashed.
This time of year the micro-hydro turbine is our main source of electricity. As the days get longer and the sun shines more often, our photovoltaic panels and small wind turbine start contributing their growing input to our off-grid battery-based renewable energy system. The output of our renewable power source is determined by the season and, more immediately, by the weather. Even though it’s something which requires our attention, using water, wind and sun for energy is very satisfying.

I Love the Horses

April 8th, 2010 by Kathleen 3 comments »

photo by Bob-O Schultze


Our off grid life is in a county that is the 5th largest in California. It is more than twice as large as the state of Rhode Island. There are 45,000 people in our county and 90,000 cows. Our whole county is open range. We have the right to try to fence out the livestock herds. If they break or breach our fence we have the right to fix our fence. When we moved here, the fence surrounding our house and yard was three wire barbed attached to old falling down juniper posts. We replaced that with 6 ft deer wire. Now I watch the cattle and horse herds out in the meadows instead of in our yard. The cattle are morose shaggy range cattle and only interesting when the calves are new and clean looking.

photo by Bob-O Schultze


The horse herds, on the other hand, fascinate me. I’ve always been afraid of horses. Oh, I’ve ridden horses (and one particular donkey named Pepi) but it’s always ended badly, usually with me on the ground with a minor injury. Horses look sideways down on me with that Moby Dick eye and think, “Oh, I got a live one here, I’ll step on her toes.”

The range herd that visits us the most has three to four colts every spring. This Spring there are new four colts. I love them. Cattle plod, horses frolic. I watch for the herd in the meadow beyond our fence. The colts playing, nursing and even sleeping in the sun are just fun to watch. My favorite this year is a roan colt with a wide white blaze down it’s face. I see the herd up on the hillside above our spring across the canyon. Then I know they’ll be in my meadow in a day’s time. Like the daffodils (the only bulb flower gophers won’t eat) blooming the colts are a Springtime pleasure.