February 25, 2019 - Monday morning

-11 degrees/clear skies/breezy

Pentoga Road

There's really nothing to write about this morning other than we survived the big blow and snow of this past weekend. I guess I shouldn't feel too badly. There were poor folks involved in a hundred car pile up south of Appleton, Wisconsin, yesterday in which at least one person died.

Thankfully, we were snugged in nice and warm on Pentoga Road.

The deck had just been cleared less than 24 hours earlier.

I well remember complaining last summer because the only thing I had to take pictures of was the garden and yard. Dang, how I suffered having to take snapshots of all that green grass and the brilliant colors of the flowers. Poor me.

If you hear me complain this coming summer, just shoot me, would you?

All we're seeing now and for the foreseeable future is white and gray. 

I have no idea how much snow fell this past weekend as the wind blew it sideways for a good majority of the time. 

I'd be safe in saying we got somewhere between one and thirty feet, give or take a foot or ten.

Thankfully, we didn't lose any of the big trees near the house. I'd bet money some fell in the woods, but I won't know until spring or early summer.

The wind surely blew yesterday. By some reports, we had gusts of over 60 miles per hour.

We often couldn't see the other side of the deck or the garden. It reminded me of my arctic days in northern Alaska only this time, I didn't need to dig a snow cave to survive.

Meanwhile, my fishing partner in crime, Sargie the Crappie Queen, and I sat in the relative warmth of the house watching a recorded show, The Crappie Masters, and dreamed of warmer weather to come.

So the day passed. The plow went through a bit ago, so Sargie's good to go to work. I'll go for my usual walk then spend most the day plowing, shoveling, and blowing snow. People and businesses all around the UP are suffering from collapsed roofs  and I don't want to be one of them. Sargie said one of her coworkers lost their front porch. The snow grew too heavy and the porch simply pulled away from the house.

Time to put on my big boy clothes and get busy.

After all, a man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...