When Andy left this morning he said he was going up to see what the conditions were like. He wasn’t concerned about the new snow (6-8″?). He was more concerned about the wind, which could mean drifts and possible fallen trees.
Sure enough, he was back home about 1:15. He managed to get within about 2.3 miles of the fire station, 4.4 miles of the house before he got stuck in the snow. He had been trying to drive (without chains) in the road he had plowed yesterday, but it was hard to see with the drifts and he go too far over to the left. It took him about an hour and a half to dig himself out and put chains on, so he decided it would be prudent to come back home and try again tomorrow.
We were surprised someone else hadn’t driven on or plowed that part of the way in, but with any luck someone else or the county will eventually plow it. Andy will drive up again tomorrow to check, but he’s not about to snowshoe in to the house to get our truck and plow!
January 18, 2019
gosh more “snow” at a depth that is hard to manage…maybe this season is one of staying on home turf and researching other things to add to Andy’s life that may or may not involve going up to the land…
yep, I know I’m talking through a hole in my head, but after my extra trip out yesterday on bus hopping, I realised that this is a semi-other seasonal thing to do…the heat and humidity ends up being the killer here for me… public transport on average has air-con, but you can’t do door2door on such transport…
He does have things to work on down here. He’ll go up tomorrow to see if someone has plowed the way to the fire station, and if so he’ll try to see if we need to hire Orlando to plow the last 2.1 miles to the house. The problem is where to put the new snow when the old stuff is piled high on the sides of the road.
That much snow makes me want to hibernate. Of course in order to get a paycheck I have to go to work. Lucky for me the commute to work is only a 1/2 mile
That’s a nice commute! But I imagine it’s especially hard in winter to get up as early as you.
You reminded me of when Dave’s parents had a cabin up north. It was on an old county road that became a dead end when the road was rerouted. In the winter no one went up except weekends. So the parents made a deal with the country that they only had to plow on Friday if it had snowed since the last time they plowed. That meant we could drive in and park right on the road. Plus, the sheriff made his rounds on a snowmobile which means he had packed down the snow on our circular drive. So we could walk right up to the cabin to get snow shoes for other trekking. We went up at least once a month except for November when the deer hunters were out. Good memories.
How neat that the county would do that for you! It’s only recently that our county has been plowing part of the way. I’m glad you have the memories. 🙂