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Pentoga Road That's our mailbox on the righthand side. |
27 degrees/light snow/calm winds
Pentoga Road
Carl the Weatherman is saying the end is near... well, the end of this current bout of warm weather. I have to be honest, I hate to see it go. Half the winter has passed and I've yet to burn a stick of hard wood or even put on my arctic heavies, that outerwear that protects me when the thermometer dips below zero. After the last three winters, it's been nice to frolic around in lighter-weight clothing.
Speaking of warm, Friday was almost tropical. Arriving home from my walk, I spent most the morning plowing the drive. Pushing the snow was like moving a wet sponge. I was most eager to get down to the bare blacktop as whatever snow and ice is lying there when it gets cold could still be there in April.

I next turned my attentions to the snowblower. It had an odd peculiarity of running for a minute then shutting down. Hmm. I had spark, so it had to be a fuel problem.
I went to pull the fuel line from the tank to drain the gas and very little dribbled out. The outlet on the tank was clogged. A wire was used to loosen the gunk, the fuel drained, the tank refilled, and shortly after, the machine jumped to life and ran like new.

The power ice fishing auger hadn't been started yet this year and I ran into a similar problem. It easily started only to die shortly after. A quick cleaning of the carburetor fixed that problem and it's ready to drill holes through feet and feet of ice.

Yooper Brother Mark keeps telling me to use ethanol gas in my equipment. I know he's right and in the long run, will probably be well worth the extra forty or fifty cents a gallon. It's just money.
Dark was falling so I made my way inside, took off my wet clothing, gave myself a haircut, ran through the shower, and ended up on the couch. I'd been wet from a light rain that had fallen all day and was tired. The half hour nap that followed served to perk me right up.
Sargie wasn't home until later last evening. She closes again tonight, but thankfully, has tomorrow off.
I'll take my walk this morning then head to the shop. I've not played out there in a couple of weeks and there are plenty of projects I'd like to begin. For being retired and in the middle of the winter months, it still seems there aren't enough hours in the day. I'm not surprised.
As you well know, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
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Grady's mama sent this picture to Sargie saying the little guy was a bit tired. You think? |
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