I’ve arrived in Mineral County once again, armed with some new knowledge and the most precious commodity: time, two weeks of it. Construction of a new smelting furnace starts right away, and hopefully before long I’ll have shiny lumps of metal in my hand. A telegraph is a short hop from there, a conceptual leap more than a technical one. Liz was unable to join me this time, so I apologize that the video will be sparser and less interesting for sure, but I’ll try to keep you posted as I go. Montana is far bleaker now, leaves are off the trees and frost is on the ground. The sun is slow to rise over the mountains in the morning, and has yet to peek through the low clouds and fog. But the promise of a white hot modern fire, and the digital clicking of information set free from accident and inheritance are keeping me warm.