Arthur Nelson Protected His Wyoming Mountain Cabin with a Trust
“How is the battery life in the cold?” I asked. “The wind gets up to thirty miles an hour on my ridge, and the temperature drops fast.”
“They are rated down to ten below zero,” he said. “If you set them to trigger only on larger movements, they will last about three months before you have to change them. If you set them on high sensitivity, the wind moving the pine branches will drain them in a week.”
“I will take two,” I said. “And whatever mounting hardware they need.”
He set the boxes on the counter. “You will need the SIM cards and the data plans. That is thirty dollars a month per camera, but the first month is included in the box.”
“Put it all on one bill,” I said.
I watched him scan the items, his fingers moving slowly over the touchscreen register. The total came to three hundred and eighty-one dollars and sixty cents. I reached into my front pocket and pulled out the roll of hundred-dollar bills I had received for my vintage construction tools. I counted out four of them and laid them on the glass counter, watching the crisp paper settle.
