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| Pentoga Road early Tuesday morning The real snow had yet to fall |
10 degrees/clear skies/windy
Pentoga Road
It came, it fell, we made it. Much of Tuesday was spent removing snow that sometimes fell at the rate of over an inch an hour. Sargie will tell you I was outside playing. Be that as it may, I got my share of fresh air.
According to my very unscientific measurements, around fourteen inches of white stuff pummeled Pentoga Road. The temperature was in the teens and with little wind, it was absolutely beautiful.
The poor mailman has enough hardships navigating our rural, mostly unplowed, roads. I spent quite a while digging out the mailbox so he wouldn't have to reach quite so far. Naturally, I'd just finished when the plow went by, pushing a huge mound of snow right back against it.
Plowing the long lane was going well until I hit the switch on the winch to raise the plow. OH NO! The cable had broken. Previously frayed, it finally let go.
Thankfully, the fix only required a trip or two to the shop for the right tools and Neighbor Mike's four-wheeler, the Jambomatic, was soon back in business.
The drive was opened, but the yard is still filled with snow and the lane is narrow. There's little room to put the snow.
So with that, I'll finish. Sargie closes tonight. I need to push the last four or five inches of snow that fell after we went to bed from the drive. I'll also head up to Jambo's, fire up the Jambomatic, and get the lane and camp yard cleaned up.
Hmm, hmm, maybe the rest of the day will be spent in the warm comfort of the shop with the distinct possibility of a nap being taken in that big ol' overstuffed recliner later this afternoon.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
According to my very unscientific measurements, around fourteen inches of white stuff pummeled Pentoga Road. The temperature was in the teens and with little wind, it was absolutely beautiful.
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| The electric deer fence surrounding the garden has taken a real beating after last week's ice storm and the subsequent heavy snow. |
The poor mailman has enough hardships navigating our rural, mostly unplowed, roads. I spent quite a while digging out the mailbox so he wouldn't have to reach quite so far. Naturally, I'd just finished when the plow went by, pushing a huge mound of snow right back against it.
It was getting later in the day and I headed up the hill to Jambo's. First, I had to dig down to find the snowmobile and free it from its tomb of snow.
Plowing the long lane was going well until I hit the switch on the winch to raise the plow. OH NO! The cable had broken. Previously frayed, it finally let go.
Thankfully, the fix only required a trip or two to the shop for the right tools and Neighbor Mike's four-wheeler, the Jambomatic, was soon back in business.
The drive was opened, but the yard is still filled with snow and the lane is narrow. There's little room to put the snow.
So with that, I'll finish. Sargie closes tonight. I need to push the last four or five inches of snow that fell after we went to bed from the drive. I'll also head up to Jambo's, fire up the Jambomatic, and get the lane and camp yard cleaned up.
Hmm, hmm, maybe the rest of the day will be spent in the warm comfort of the shop with the distinct possibility of a nap being taken in that big ol' overstuffed recliner later this afternoon.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
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| I was making my umpteenth trip up the extension ladder to clean the satellite dishes of snow when I felt someone looking at me. Sure enough, it was the Sargie, the Foster City Snow Princess, supervising from inside. |
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