Since the snow from the cabin roof didn't slide on the first attempt, my husband and I decided to give it another go last weekend.
Things didn't start out all that well. It was an ice skating rink at the trailhead and I fell, trying to give myself a concussion by smacking my head on the ice. Other than having my bell rung a little, and giving my knee a good wrench, I stayed in one piece. I am not terribly coordinated, nor do I have any kind of natural athleticism that helps me stay upright. I also have to admit to some snowmobile anxiety when we go in the winter, since we've had a couple of adventures flooding and snow slides in past years, but the trail groomer had been through right before us and the trail was very smooth. Still, there was evidence of some avalanches that have gone across the road.
Oh yes, we're all bundled up for the ride.
When I wasn't white-knuckling the handles of the snowmobile, I could appreciate how pretty the landscape was around me.
As a reminder, this was how the roof looked when my husband went in two weeks ago. The only thing that's fallen off the roof since then is that little triangle piece to the left.
We thought if we got things heated up, the whole thing would surely come crashing off.
That's what we thought anyway. Here's a shot of the solar shed. So we got the fires built first thing...
...which brought the yellow jackets out of the logs in full force. My husband went to war.
I was driven to the lower level, where it was just slightly cooler, where I kept my hands busy. I managed to work through the projects I'd brought with me.
The next morning my husband took a wander on the snowshoes. Given my near death experience on the ice, I opted to stay in the safety of the cabin. It looks like January here rather than March. The river is still totally frozen. Usually we have some sections that are open by now....and some bare ground on the trail going into the cabin for that matter.
My husband walked across the river and then down to the red railroad bridge, which usually sits a good 8-10 feet above the water below it.
Most startling for us at least, was that the horse corral is totally buried. That's a good 5 1/2 feet of snow. And no, the snow on the roof didn't slide this trip either.
Just crazy!
Posted by: Eye guy | March 15, 2019 at 10:41 AM
That shot of the corral is awesome
Posted by: APman | March 15, 2019 at 06:10 PM