This is a collection of winter and snow related posts that I’ve written since Laura and I moved to Maine in November of 2013. These posts were scattered across this blog, so I decided to combine them all as one. It’s so much more fun this way. Don’t worry about sequence. They’re in no particular order.
I’m running out of titles to call these snow posts. I figure their names should have something to do with the day of the week the storm falls on. That’ll make things easier on the brain when I’m sitting here trying to think of something catchy to title them. This one came about a hair away from being called, “Digging Out From Another Snow Storm” until I realized I used the word “another” in my last post. That’s when I decided to stick the day of the week in there.
I’ve been talking in the third person all day. “Jay Gaulard thinks you should do this.” and “Jay Gaulard is gonna kick your ass.” I’m not sure why. I think I saw that on a Seinfeld episode or something and when I shovel snow, stuff tends to stick in my head. “No one shovels snow like Jay Gaulard.” I told myself about a thousand times this afternoon. And you know what? No one does. I’m not sure anyone shovels snow anymore – period.
We went for a walk up the road this afternoon and saw plowed driveway after plowed driveway. I really can’t blame them though. After a while, shoveling snow becomes quite the laborious chore and lord knows I’ve shoveled my share this season. But, as I like to say, “I didn’t move to Maine because I’m scared of the snow.” There’s a small something in the back of my mind though that’s starting to wonder if I’ll eventually get tired of shoveling. Laura tells me it’s good for the soul. That usually perks me up and hurries me up outdoors.
This post is about Jay Gaulard and his crazy snow truck. It’s about driving that 4-wheel drive beast up and down the driveway like it’s nobody’s business. Flattening out that snow to make it easier to shovel. Drive, reverse, drive, reverse, time and time again. Just like my father used to do when he plowed driveways. Only these days, it’s the younger Gaulard looking like a fool driving back and forth with no plow. I don’t care – at least I’m knee deep in such fluffy perfection. I don’t know what I’ll do when it melts come Spring.
You have to see these pictures. Laura (my personal photographer) took these as I was outside yesterday in an attempt to make things somewhat presentable. All in all, it took until this afternoon to finish up the entire area in anticipation for tonight’s snowfall. Yes, you read that correctly. They are calling for 4 to 6 more inches overnight. I figured I better hurry up and clean things up to make tomorrow’s shoveling less difficult. Ahh, 4 inches ain’t nothin’. 6 inches would kind of stink, but you can almost clean up 4 inches with a leaf blower.
Take a look at our pictures. Look at that truck bust through that snow. If I can’t have a 4-wheeler or a snowmobile, I’ll just drive the truck around. It’s not so bad.
Every time it snows, I have to get out there and rake the roof. People call the shovel-type thing you use to pull the snow down a “Roof Rake.” I don’t know why. Personally, I would call it a roof shovel.
In order to get the snow more manageable to shovel, I like to “knock it down” with the truck. The tires leave ruts that I can easily scoop up with the shovel.
These are just pictures to show you the drama of it all. More snow. We have about two solid feet on the lawn and three in the woods (for some reason).
These are some nice up-close pictures of me driving through the snow with my truck. I love plowing through those piles.
Here we have the traditional pictures of birds in and on the bird feeders. This time, it’s the White-breasted Nuthatch and the Woodpecker.
What would a post be without Flipper and Voleman soaking up the sun?
Another Foot and a Half of Snow
It was all good up until yesterday. We’ve had some pretty nice weather round these here parts. There were days where the sun was shining and the temperatures we in the mid-forties. I actually thought we’d see some snow melt before our guests arrive for Maine Maple Sunday. It was the icy driveway I was most concerned with, but I suppose that’s a non-issue now.
It began snowing yesterday morning. The weather folks called for anywhere between 18 and 24 inches. As of right now, I can’t really tell you how much we actually got because the wind pushed things around quite a bit. What I can tell you is that we gotta whole lotta snow out there.
Laura and I tried to keep the driveway shoveled as best we could as the snow was coming down. And good thing we did because the first three inches were wet. It was warm yesterday and if we had left that snow on the driveway, I have a feeling that today’s cleanup would’ve been much more difficult because of that soon-to-be frozen layer down below. The temps dropped below zero last night and right now, it’s bitter outside.
The pictures I’m posting span the entire storm. Some were taken about an hour after it started snowing yesterday all the way through up until just a few minutes ago. The good news is that I had a few friends help out with the cleanup this time. Friends with machines. You’ll see.
Almost immediately after it began snowing, we noticed that virtually all of our white birch trees started bending down towards the ground. I went outside and tried to get them to stand straight again by hitting them with the roof rake. You should have seen it – as soon as I knocked a bit of snow off – WHOOSH – back up straight.
Laura took this picture from an upstairs window just after things got started. It’s kind of a before shot. You can see that all the wet snow stuck to the trees pretty good.
Since I was already out there, I decided to start pulling the early layers of snow off the roof of the house. I’ll tell you this – it wasn’t easy. Not only do the shoulders become very tired, the legs do as well because of the stomping through everything that’s already fallen.
After I made my way to the back shed and cleaned it off a bit, I realized that some pretty good pictures could be taken in the rear area of the cleared property. I ran back inside, grabbed my camera with the wide angle lens and ran back outside to snap away. What I managed to get is the five pictures above. You can tell that they were taken with the wide angle lens. Well, the distance ones anyway. Just more snow and bent trees.
This morning, my buddy Steve offered to stop by with his snowblower to help out with the clean up effort. After spending just a few minutes outside trying to shovel, I was like, “Yeah dude, get your ass over here.” No argument there. It only took him about ten minutes with the blower to do the whole driveway. I think I’m going to get one of these things for next Winter.
Just a few minutes ago, I was doing some light shoveling when I noticed Chad from up the road moving some of the snow at the end of our driveway. Man, what a help that was. I was just about to go out there too. I hate the end of the driveway. He moved almost the entire pile and then some with his big machine. Nice to have friends.
And here we are again after the latest snow storm. They are calling this one “Vulcan.” Yes folks, they have begun naming these things.
Another Snow Storm
I can’t remember what number this snow storm is, but I’ll tell you that if it pans out to what they are calling for, we’ll have received at least two feet so far this February.
They say we’ll get up to a foot with this one and I tend to believe them. There are at least five inches already on the ground. Earlier on, Laura and I attempted to go for a hike back in the woods. We had to turn around because we simply couldn’t make it through the snow. We have about two feet on the lawn in the back, but once we reached the woods, it turned into three. I don’t know why. The layer of ice from last month was still way down toward the bottom.
Here are some pictures of what I can see out the back door and out of the front:
I’ll take some more pictures tomorrow, but I’m not sure what’s going to change from my last post about snow. I suppose it’ll be deeper. Perhaps I’ll try to make some sort of an igloo or something. That would be worth taking pictures of.
Nighttime Snow Pictures
We just got back inside from a bit more shoveling. The snow has been coming down pretty hard for hours now. So far, I’d guess the total is anywhere between 8 and 12 inches. Maybe 6, but I’m terrible at visually measuring these things.
I’ve been trying to shovel every few hours. If I can get the majority of snow off the path and the driveway before the snow ends, it’s going to make things so much easier come tomorrow morning. My plan is to clear the driveway and make a space to move the cars into in the morning. Once I move them forward, I can clean behind them and move them back. I need to get everything spotless in preparation for this weekend’s storm. They are already talking about more snow.
Anyway, here are some pictures Laura took while I was outside playing. It was dark, so the camera had some trouble focusing. I’m sure you’ll get the idea though.
Shoveling Snow at Night
The Snow Storm, the Woodpecker and the Orange Cat
We are sitting here in the midst of our latest snow storm. I just heard about this one a few days ago. Unbeknownst to me, the storm has been building for some time and as of right now, I’d say we have about 8 inches on the ground.
I was out shoveling a while ago. I began with the end of the driveway near the road and by the time I finished the path to the front door, at least another 2 inches had fallen where I started. I’ll have to head out again soon. I like to shovel in layers to avoid the difficulty of doing it all at once. I will tell you this though, the snow is coming down very hard and it’s really fun to be outside. I stood and chatted with a neighbor up the road for about a half hour while I was out there. You should have seen what fell as we were talking.
I want to quickly mention something before I go ahead and post today’s pictures. If you remember back to an earlier post of mine, I mentioned that we saw what I thought was a moose rub on one (actually a few) of the trees along the trail. I suggested that it may have been a moose, a deer or a woodpecker. Well, according to the neighbor up the road, we do indeed have moose in the neighborhood. He found a large moose rack just the other day. He said the tracks of a moose are huge. I asked if they look like deer tracks, but larger. He confirmed in the positive.
Anyway, the snowy photos below were taken by yours truly. The woodpecker and orange cat pictures were taken by Laura. Enjoy.
Today’s Snow Storm
The Woodpecker in a Snow Storm
Orange Cat Hiding Under Box
This Winter Doesn’t Want to Say Goodbye
“I have heard what poets write about women. They rhyme and rhapsodize and lie. I have watched sailors on the shore stare mutely at the slow-rolling swell of the sea. I have watched old soldiers with hearts like leather grow teary-eyed at their king’s colors stretched against the wind.
Listen to me: these men know nothing of love.
You will not find it in the words of poets or the longing eyes of sailors. If you want to know of love, look to a trouper’s hands as he makes his music. A trouper knows.”
That was a quote from The Wise Man’s Fear. An even more beautifully written book than The Name of the Wind.
We’ve actually had a pretty decent winter. It began early, that’s for sure. The weather started getting rough (I feel like I’m singing the Gilligan’s Island theme song) in October and I though we were going to be in for a crazy season. That only seemed to last for the mid to late autumn. After that, things weren’t bad at all. And to make things even better, this March was incredibly beautiful. Warm weather and sunny days. We went walking and hiking and everything in between. It’s been great.
That is, until this past Thursday. On Wednesday, Laura informed me that we were in for some sort of a snow storm. I said, “See, I told you there’s always one in April.” I didn’t really believe her though because just that day, I was outside in a t-shirt cutting down trees. I probably got a sun tan during the process. If someone had walked up to me while I was cutting and said, “Dude, at this time tomorrow, you’ll be standing here in 10 inches of snow…” I would have slapped that person silly. Silly, I say.
As much denial as I was in, I sat in my chair listening to the rain fall heavily on the rooftop for a few hours Thursday morning. It was really coming down. Then, just around 3pm, I noticed the raindrops transition to snowflakes. Big, fat, crazy huge, very wet snowflakes. Like grapefruit sized slush balls falling from the sky. A half hour later, those slush balls turned into very heavy and sticky snow. And that snow landed on the wet trees and stuck to their branches. A half hour after that, the lights went dark. And then bright again. And a few minutes after that, they went dark again and stayed that way for 48 hours straight.
We actually got off easy. As I sit here and type, many Mainers are still sitting in despair. Last I heard, 280,000 Central Maine Power customers didn’t have electricity. Not having electricity isn’t the worst thing in the world to go through – we’ve all experienced it – but it surely is annoying. As I say to Laura, “If this is the way it is going to be from now on, then so be it. We’d eventually find a system and get used to our new lives.” Washing pots and pans in the stream, cooking on my little camping stove, using the generator to keep the refrigerator and freezer from going warm. The thing is, we work on the internet. This is what we do. We sit and type, update websites, and browse around doing all sorts of things. To have that routine taken away in the bat of an eye can get under the skin. I’m sure you understand.
We ventured out in the car yesterday to see the damage. We do this every single time there’s an outage that lasts for more than a day, which isn’t that infrequent up here. It seems to happen all the time. Anyway, as we drove down the road a few miles from home, we noticed a few broken branches on some wires. It wasn’t tremendous damage, but it was enough for the power company to turn off the current. And since the branches were on the wires and I knew they weren’t coming off any time soon, I suggested that we go grocery shopping. If we got to the store around 7pm, I thought we’d be in good shape to avoid our fellow townsfolk. We didn’t have anything else to do, so what the heck.
We made it to Hannaford right on time. Around 7pm. I love going shopping at this time because there really is hardly anyone in the store.
Since the last time we’ve been out, things have changed somewhat. For one, people are now wearing masks. Not everyone, but quite a few people. Also, last night there were two men standing in front of the store taking count of who was inside. Hannaford is no longer allowing more than 50 shoppers in the store at any given time. I though this was rather nice. We’d have some breathing room while shopping. There was no line outside to get in or anything, so we strolled through the doors. I have to say, having all this mandatory spacing has really been working out for me. While we were waiting on line to check out, I noticed red tape on the floor that told us where to stand. And it also told the people behind us where to stand. This meant that any over-eager shopper could no longer crowd us as we chatted with the cashier during checkout. I liked that. I am also enjoying the six-foot distance rule. Any other day, some in-a-rush shopper would try to cut me off as I was standing in front of the milk cooler trying to decide what type of milk I wanted to purchase. Not anymore. Now people have to wait their turns. Six feet behind me. I feel so empowered. I guess what I’m trying to say here is that this whole distancing mandate has wedged a form of politeness back into society. I’m not against it by any means. Any time I can go into a grocery store with no more than 50 others and have those 50 stay the heck away from me, I’ll take it. Now, if I had to stand on line to get inside, that would be an entirely different story. I wouldn’t be nearly as gracious as I’m pretending to be right now. But I didn’t move to Maine for the people. I moved here for the space.
I’m getting off topic. I merely wanted to share my quick story about the weather and the power outage with a sprinkle of current news thrown in. I’ve done that. I wish you well and please enjoy a few photos below courtesy of Laura.
How to Handle Very Cold Winters
We woke up this morning and it was -11 degrees outside. That’s pretty cold. We’ve had to fill both the wood stove and the pellet stove for the past few nights before bed. Usually, we turn off the pellet stove and let the wood stove handle things, but with this cold, both are required. I made a rule a few years ago that if it wasn’t below zero, we’d turn off the pellet stove to save pellets. Sure, the house is 40 degrees in the morning, but it heats up fairly quickly once we get things going again.
I took this photo about an hour ago. This wood stove cranks. I don’t know what we would do without it. It really is the only way to go. I’m sitting next to the stove right now and the room I’m in is probably 85 degrees. It’s crazy.
I have a post on this website that’s been really popular over the past few days. It has to do with frozen pipes because of cold weather. As of this writing, the sink in our bathroom is not functioning. Apparently, the cold crept into the walls just far enough to reach the copper and freeze us out of upstairs. This is the adventure of living in Maine.
The strange part is, there doesn’t seem to be any relief in sight. The entire ten day forecast calls for sub-zero temperatures at night. Just yesterday, our high temperature was zero. What’s even stranger is that it doesn’t feel any colder than usual out there. Although, I admit that I would probably freeze straight through to the core if I spent any amount of time outside, but as far as getting the mail and bringing in firewood, it’s not bad. I will tell you that my blood is so thick by this point, I don’t even notice the cold. I do, but I don’t, if you know what I’m saying.
Okay, so here’s the deal with living in a cold climate, which is apparently the climate of most of the U.S. right about now. You need to plan. If you’re planning on buying, you need to make sure the house you’re looking at was built correctly. It could be a concrete cube for all I care, if it was insulated the right way, go for it. If it’s got beautiful marble counter tops and lovely bathrooms and the house hasn’t got the proper insulation, you’ll be enjoying all those features in a winter coat. That’s not fun.
As for driveways, you need a flat (or gently sloped) one. Don’t fool yourself by thinking that you’ll get it plowed or that you’ll add salt to one that’s really steep. It needs to be level or semi-level. Look at the structure and quality of the house over how pretty it is. Spend a lot of time in the attic and in the basement. Check those over well. Find out what kind of insulation was used. If they say fiberglass, move along and look for something else. Stay away from baseboard heat. Get propane and definitely have a big, giant wood stove. You’ll thank yourself on those snowy nights that are -15 degrees. It’s also very important that the house have no water pipes on any exterior wall. That’s critical if you don’t want to wake up to frozen pipes like I have a number of times.
Oh yeah, you’ll need two vehicles. One needs to be a pickup truck and the other an SUV. The larger the tires, the smoother the ride will be over all those icy bumps on the roads. It’s actually not too different up here than anywhere else if you prepare properly. You just need to be careful in the beginning. Then, you need to stay ahead of the curve.
One final thing I can think of is that you’ll need a wood shed to keep your firewood dry. Have this made by someone who knows what they are doing. Dry wood keeps you toasty warm and that’s the best way to be. I love it up here and I love looking out the windows on these cold winter nights. Part of the reason I love it so much is because the house is so warm.
Oh yeah, you’ll also need a gigantic snow blower. Those are indispensable. And a steel roof. I could go on and on about this. I’ve thought about it for four years now and I have my new house all planned out in my head. I’m just waiting on that perfect piece of property and for me to start playing the lottery. I can feel that my winnings are close, but again, I need to start playing the game. Which I won’t, so I’ll just continue planning until an opportunity comes along.
Anyway, I hope you are all enjoying the chilly weather. Stay warm and remember to bundle up! I don’t care if it looks like you’re wearing a fat suit. The more, the better.
Pictures of Freshly Fallen Snow
Well, we woke up to this year’s first substantial snowfall. I’m not sure the word substantial is the correct one to use here because all we got was a mere three inches, but it did cover all the grass, so that’s good enough for me. And the fact that I had to use the snowblower to remove it from the driveway says something right there. I didn’t want to do any snow removal, but we’re expecting five to eight inches next week alongside a temperature drop to -5 degrees, so I felt it was important to do the best I could. If I hadn’t, this snow would melt, then refreeze to cause havoc next week during that cleanup. I’m trying to avoid that.
Here’s a photo of the front lawn and driveway through our front window.
I have a little something to say about firewood. Take a look at this next photo. This is the garage that houses a good majority of our wood. If you look at the piles inside the garage, you’ll see beautiful, dry, seasoned logs. Right outside is another pile. This is the stuff that I couldn’t fit on the inside. This pile is okay, but it’s been getting weathered and rained on since the spring.
Right now, because I don’t have this wood covered, some snow is obviously touching it. I’m not concerned about this.
In April of this year, I got the bright idea of having three more cords of wood delivered. We didn’t need it, but I thought it would be fun to skip a year of ordering next year. We have a cement pad on the side of driveway, so when the guy came to deliver the wood, I asked him to dump it on the cement. He did, it fit and things were fine. I left the wood there all summer and stacked it up in October. Here’s a photo of that.
You can see the tarp drooping because I’ve been chipping away at that front pile. That’s what I’ve been burning so far this year.
When I was stacking this wood, I discovered that it was really wet. I had always heard that firewood somehow dried out, even when it’s left in a big pile. Folks claim that the air can travel right through the logs and it doesn’t really matter if it’s stacked or left in a giant hump. Well, I’m here to tell you that it does make a difference. The moisture content of a log greatly depends on how it’s stored and where it’s stored. Believe it or not, there were a few pieces that looked like they were about to begin rotting. As I was stacking this wood, that’s still saturated by the way, I told myself that I would never store wood outside again. It’s not worth it. This stuff is crumbly and wet and dirty. I don’t like it at all and it’s a far cry from what I have in the garage. The reason I think the outside wood near the garage is better at this point is because I have that area lifted off the ground on pallets. The wood on the cement is actually touching the ground. That’s why I’m bringing it in and burning it. Just to get rid of it. I don’t even like looking at it.
If you look at this next photo, you can see the pallets under the wood I just spoke of. That apparently makes a huge difference.
I think winter may have arrived. As I mentioned earlier, the temps are supposed to really drop next week. I have a buddy who is volunteering his time to clean up some snowmobile trails and another buddy who’s working up at Sugarloaf doing all sorts of things. These guys go nuts during the winter and so do I. I absolutely love it and I was thrilled this morning when I saw the change in landscape. You can’s say the first snowfall isn’t exciting. That’s for sure. In February and March, I’ll be complaining about how I don’t want to do anymore snowblowing, but for now, it’s all good.
I’m going to try my best this winter to keep things as neat as possible. I’d like to keep a path around the truck and trailer, just in case I need to use the truck. It’s too easy to get lazy and now clear around all sides of a vehicle that’s stored in the driveway.
We’ll have to see how this goes after our first blizzard.
Okay, that’s about it. I’ll leave you with one final random photo of our backyard. In a few weeks, I’m sure this will look mighty different, so it’s nice to capture it now.
Our First Snow and a Flooded River
We had our first snow last night. I experienced it up close and personal on my way to and from Jiu-Jitsu practice. Funny story about those trips. What? You want me to tell you all about it? Okay.
First, let me give you a word of warning. If you ever think you should head out and drive around somewhere in Maine when it’s just starting to snow, think again. They don’t plow here. Also, as it snows, the snow accumulates upon itself. It doesn’t melt and it doesn’t go away. Leaving the house when it’s just starting to flurry, playing some Jitsu for two hours and then heading back out to drive only promises stressful times. Yeah, I know all about it.
The weather report only talked about “snow showers.” To me, that means it’ll start snowing, heavily at times, and then stop. You know, a snow shower. Just like a real shower. You get in and you get out. Snow showers aren’t supposed to mean, “it’s going to snow all night.”
Like I said above, when I left the house, there was just a dusting on the road. As I was driving, I gave the car the brake test and everything was a-okay. I had no trouble with sliding at all. Well, that’s until I arrived in Farmington. Just as I pulled into town and tried to slow down for a yellow light, the car decided to slide. I should have turned around and headed back right there. But no, I was almost at class, and I was really jonesing to roll, so I kept going. I should have left when I was changing into my gi and said to someone, “Yeah, I really hopes it stops.” They didn’t reply.
When class was over, I warmed up the car and sat for a little while. I noticed that the snow was only about an inch deep, so I figured there wouldn’t be an issue. And there wasn’t, until I got to the down slope of the mountain just before the house.
Right as I cleared the crest, I gave the car another brake test. I was only going about a mile an hour, so I felt pretty secure. The anti-lock brakes stuttered and after a few moments, they locked up. Mind you, I was now heading down hill. As the brakes locked up and I began to slide at a steady pace, I found my fingers squeezing the steering wheel oh mighty tight. Not much help they were.
At that very moment, the moment I began sliding down the hill, I realized I was a tourist. There was only one other set of tire tracks on the road, which meant that all the true Mainers were sitting at home watching television. I, and some other poor schmuck, was the only one foolish to be out and about, trying to get from point A to point B.
The car finally stopped. I really didn’t know what to do because if I moved at all, I would begin sliding to the right, off the road. I figured that if I let the car roll freely, I could steer it to the left and get the driver’s side tires off the road, into the dirt. Perhaps they would have more “grippage” over there.
They did. I managed to pull all the way over to the opposite side of the road, car half on and half off, and very slowly roll down the hill to make a left onto the safety of our dirt road. It lasted about a quarter mile. Remember, at this point, I was the only car on the road in the entire state.
I made it though. And I feel I’m entitled to put the whole ordeal into my memory bank of adventures. It’ll be a fun story to tell someone in a few years. “Hey, let me tell you about the time I had to drive down a mountain, in the snow, on the wrong side of the road.” Should make for a good time.
Here are some pictures Laura took last night when it started snowing.
We’ve got some strange weather going on up here. Yesterday, on my way home, the temperature reading in the car said 27 degrees. Overnight, I think the temps rose because when we woke up, almost all the snow was gone and it was raining. Tomorrow, everything is supposed to freeze and overnight things should drop to 9 degrees. Ugg. I’m just waiting for the power to go out again.
Before I fell asleep last night, I knew I wanted to get back to the river for some pictures in the morning. With the one to two inches of rain they were forecasting, I figured I’d see some action in the way of flooding back there. I wanted to see how the beaver dams would hold up against all that pressure. With that in mind, Laura and I woke up and got all sorts of dressed for the occasion. It wasn’t cold, but the rain was pretty heavy.
I made it back to the stream that runs along the side of the property before she did. She was busy taking pictures of a whole variety of things. I’ve learned through the years to leave her on her own when she does this. No one likes to be tugged around when they’re attempting to enjoy nature, no matter the prospect of excitement round the bend.
It was about twice as high as it normally was. I could see the ice that used to be exposed to the air below the new running water.
That was all well and good, but I didn’t get all dressed up to see the stream. I wanted to see the river, so I began making my way back into the woods. I followed the ATV trail back.
I walked all the way to the back of the property and was delighted with what I found. It was the drama I was hoping for with an incrementally swelling river. I’d say it was rising about an inch every ten minutes, because between the time I took a few pictures, and the time Laura arrived to my position, we were unable to walk were I had already walked. The ground was flooded.
After Laura joined me, I started wandering through the forest snapping photos of random things. I suppose that’s what you’re supposed to do out here.
After a while, there was only one thing I wanted to do. I wanted to travel to the lower section of the river to get a look at the bottom beaver dam. I loved watching the water rush over them.
And lastly (I mean it this time), I wanted to go even further down stream to check out where the stream and the river converge. There’s a pretty neat peninsula down there, and I thought it would be even neater during a rain storm.
Well there you have it folks. Our first snow, our first rain storm and a humorous short story about me attempting to travel in terrible conditions. I hope you enjoyed.
Getting Ready For the Cold
I’m finally coming to terms with the fact that I’ve got to start looking at the weather report. The temperature is supposed to drop to -7 degrees here tomorrow night. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt that kind of cold. I remember one night in Vermont a few years ago when Laura and I hopped out of our friend’s truck, only to be presented with the coldest temperature we’ve ever felt. I don’t have an exact number for you, but I’ll tell you one thing – it was the coldest feeling I can remember. The kind of cold that makes the hairs in your nostrils freeze the minute you decide to breathe through your nose. Even colder than the days of my childhood when we’d huddle in the “sunny spot” up at the bus stop. And those days were cold.
A few months ago, as I was sitting there in Florida having dreams of getting back to my roots, I mostly thought of the community aspect of living up North. You know, neighbors helping neighbors cut ice and split wood on the weekends. We’d get to know one another rather quickly and one person would fill in the gaps of another. If we had an elderly neighbor who wasn’t able to exactly split wood anymore, I’d do it for them. For some home style cooking or course. I don’t work for free. But thinking back to where I was a few months ago, community was where it was at.
I’m having thoughts other than simple community now. I’m beginning to think more of preparedness and I’m realizing that the brunt of that preparedness falls on me. Sure, the people around here are friendly enough to help out if something bad happens, but I’d have to ask for it. And I don’t like asking. So it’s on my shoulders.
As I lay in bed at night, I think of some of the things that can wrong and how I would respond if they did. Those thoughts have been intensifying lately because Winter’s setting in. These aren’t negative thoughts by any measure of the word – they’re more “squirrely” in a way. I’ll give you a few examples of what I’ve been thinking of:
What if the power goes out?
Well, I guess it depends on how long it goes out for. If the outage only lasts for a few hours like it did last time, Laura and I, along with the cats could basically sit on the floor and not use the internet for the duration. That type of event wouldn’t necessarily be bad. But what if it goes out for seven days like it did when we were living in Connecticut? What if there was a huge ice storm that took power down across the entire state or region? Like the previous owner of the house said, “We’re last on the list to get it back.” That concerns me. Especially with sub-zero temperatures in the forecast all Winter long.
I have ten gallons of gas in the garage. My generator uses one gallon of gas every 13 hours. When the power went out last time, we used the generator to keep the pellet stove going. If there’s an extended power outage, how long with the gas last? Can I get more or will the gas stations be swarming with people like they were in Connecticut? What if the generator doesn’t start or what if it breaks? What if the pellet stove breaks? The last thing I’d like to do is to sit here listening to the sounds of pipes freezing in the house. One cat down. Another cat down. Finally, I see Voleman out of the corner of my eye, staring at me, licking his lips because he’s getting hungry.
What if there’s a fire?
This one has been on my mind since day one in Maine. If there were a house fire in August, we would all hopefully escape and stand on the front lawn in our underwear waiting for someone to see us. I’m sure the temperature would be manageable, so while there is obviously a concern, there isn’t as much of a concern as there would be if the fire were in mid-January. I’m not sure how long we’d last standing there half naked in the freezing cold. Could we warm up in a car? Is it too cold for the cars to start? Where are the car keys? Where are the cats? How did we get out of the house? Do either of our phones work? It’s these types of things that keep my mind going. No one’s going to come save us. It’s all up to me.
What if there’s a health emergency?
I wonder what we would do if something awful happened to one of us or to one of the cats. How would we get to a hospital or an emergency vet? What if we were in the middle of a snow storm and the driveway was covered with two feet of snow? What if the cars couldn’t move at all? What if we were able to call for help, but no one was able to get here?
I think the name of the game around here is thinking about all the terrible things that could happen and then preparing for them. Positivity won’t get you very far as you stand in the driveway at three in the morning wiping the snow off the top of your head.
I’ve already decided that a wood burning stove is a must. That alone answers many questions. All I need for that is wood. The generator doesn’t need to burn any gas and as long as our wood supply lasted, we’d all be warm. We also have two water sources – a stream and a river. If necessary, we could fetch water from either and boil it on top of the stove. With a wood stove, we could last indefinitely in relative comfort.
Just a few days ago, I brought our cat carriers inside from the garage. I stored them upstairs, just in case of fire. If something happens, we’ll be able to put the cats in the carriers and then escape through the window using the emergency ladder I picked up from Home Depot.
I also picked up two fire extinguishers and hooked up our emergency water hose in the laundry room. I just don’t want to be left with no options if something happens. You probably don’t know this about me, but I constantly go through scenarios in my mind. I even make sure to leave warm clothes and shoes near the bed at night – just in case.
If we need to get out of the driveway in a snowy emergency, the best I could do is offer up a 4×4 Ford F-250. This is the reason I bought the truck. It didn’t have much use as it sat in the driveway in Florida, but I wasn’t planning on staying in Florida for too long. I’m certain I could bust through some snow banks in that thing. I just need to be sure it’ll start. It’s a diesel and diesels don’t like the really cold weather.
I don’t know. These are just some of my thoughts for this morning. I know the wood stove is a priority, so I’m going to get going on that after I finish up a few other things. I don’t like to be left hoping that the power doesn’t go out and wondering how long we can last if it does. The first time we had an extended outage in Connecticut, Laura and I sat there for seven days reading by candle light. Good thing it wasn’t cold out. If it was, our lack of anything would have hurt us badly.
Do you have any thoughts on this topic? What do you do to prepare for somewhat common eventualities? Do you have any emergency contingency plans? Any thoughts or suggestions would certainly be welcome in the comment section below.
Ten and a Half Inches of Snow and Counting
The snow has hit Maine. I’ve been looking at the weather reports and have been watching the storm travel from out West. I think it began here around 11 last night.
So far, we have about ten and a half inches. I used a big wooden paint stirrer to find the exact depth and then measured my mark with a ruler. I took the measurement in the middle of the front yard, so it’s fairly accurate.
They say the snow is supposed to stop around 3 this afternoon. At the rate it’s falling now, that should give us at least a few more inches. I’d wager we end up with a total around 12 or 13 after it’s said and done. Not bad for the first real storm.
I ventured outside this morning to take some snow off the roof. We have a really long roof rake to help out with this. Unfortunately, my ladder is still sitting in Laura’s mother’s garage, so I can’t really get to very much material. Either way, it was fun to get all dressed up in my snow gear. I even took a mental note. My note was that I need real snow boots. My “St. Johns Bay” boots that I’ve had forever allowed my toes to freeze within minutes. I just took a look on Amazon.com for some Winter boots and apparently, “Baffin” is the brand to go with. They have many arctic temperature boots to choose from, so I’ll look around at them more later.
Anyway, Laura was able to take some pictures of me while I was outside roof raking. Let me know what you think of the them.
Playing in the Snow
Like most of the country, our first real storm has come and gone and we’re eagerly awaiting what tonight (Tues) is going to bring. They are saying anything between 4 and 8 inches. A very friendly neighbor stopped by today and plowed our entire driveway and front lawn because he was nervous about tonight’s snow and Friday’s rain freezing us in like an ice cube. He tells me that getting rid of the existing snow and then leaving tonight’s on the ground is the best way to go. After it rains and freezes on Friday, plow again while there is still some material from tonight. Otherwise, he says we’ll need ice skates to get out of here. He spend part of the afternoon working free of charge. Nice guy.
Yesterday, as I was shoveling us out, I asked if Laura wanted to go for a ride in the truck. She, of course, said yes and was gracious enough to take pictures the entire way. Out of the almost 100 she took, I am going to post just a few below. She also grabbed some of me shoveling and playing around near the truck. What a help the truck has been here so far. I couldn’t imagine what I would be doing without it.
Okay, here we go.
This one is obviously me shoveling the driveway. By the time I was finished, I have to say it looked pretty good. I was laughing as my neighbor plowed right through all my work.
This is looking right out our driveway North, up the road. All the roads basically still look like this. As you get closer to town, they dry up, but for the most part, everything remains snow covered.
“Hey Baby Girl, get a picture of me locking the hubs on the truck!” By the time she was able to get the camera ready, I was already doing push-ups and laughing. Why? I do not know.
Voleman: “I used to live outside. I used to shovel driveways. I even had a girlfriend…or two. Now all I do is sit here and gain weight.”
After I put the truck in 4-wheel drive, we were ready to go. We both hopped in and I drove just a short distance out to the main road. The first shot is looking up the road. We didn’t go that way. We went down the road, turned around and came back in our road. The second and third shot is us driving down that one. It’s one mile long to the end and it’s dirt.
We have some pretty interesting houses on our road. This one is probably the oldest. I believe it’s an old farm house (style).
This is a camp that’s for sale, just a few properties up from us. It consists of 10 acres with a small cabin and trailer. The seller wants $25,000 for the package. Nice land going back to the same river I always talk about.
A bit further down the road on the way back to the house is a driveway that goes into the woods. We’re not quite sure what it goes to, but what we are sure of is how good it looks in the snow. If I had a snowmobile, I’d be ripping that thing up.
Voleman: “They’ve been gone for so long. And all I’ve done is sat here. Eating. And thinking.”
I’m Worried About the Snow
It’s twice now I’ve tried to explain to Laura that I’m worried about the snow. “What if we didn’t go far enough North? What if we don’t get enough snow?” I’m not sure she’s too concerned about how much snow we’ll get and I’m sure she knows I’m being facetious. It’s just that the snow has changed the landscape so much. Even though we haven’t been here more than a handful of weeks, I think I’m becoming attached to it. Things just look better when the ground is white.
We had to run out again to get some food from the store today. I cleaned the ice off the cars for at least an hour. To heat the windows up, I had the cars running the whole time I was cleaning them. You should have seen me – lightly punching the hoods and the roofs – just enough to shake things loose. When I’d hear things get a little hollow, I’d know I had broken the connection between the ice and the paint. I’d give the whole ordeal a great swipe with my sleeve and everything would fall to the ground. And I did this all while wearing my little rubber shoes. My feet were cold and wet when I was finished.
While we were out, Laura was able to take a whole lot of pictures. The trees are still completely coated with ice. There were spots we had to pull over just to get a good look. Clouds directly overhead, ending straight ahead of us allowing the sun in. It was like a band of blue skies between the cloud cover and mountains. All that with that bright sun. It made the trees look – well it made them look rare, if that makes sense. There’s only so many times I’ll probably see that combination of instances in my life.
I think we’re down to about eight inches of compressed and very icy snow now. We had almost a foot, then it rained and formed an ice layer, twice, and then it snowed about an inch on top of that.
We’re starting to see snowmobile trails all over the place. There are markers out in the middle of fields, little stop signs near the roads and today I even saw one of the trails named, “Memorial Trail…” I’m not sure of the rest, but I liked the fact that snowmobiles are respected and allowed to be ridden in this part of the world. Remember, Maine has over 14,000 miles of very legal snowmobile/ATV trails and actually encourages their use. To me, that’s amazing. We even took a walk up our very own road just a few days ago to find two trails with snowmobile tracks in them. I came back to look on the computer for some information on where they went. Let’s just say they went up into no man’s land. Basically, you can get anywhere on a snowmobile from just a mile away from where I sleep at night. Amazing again.
Here’s one last shot for you. It’s from our way back to the house this afternoon. Merry Christmas everyone!
Digging Out After the Storm
These weather reports – they’re enough to drive you crazy. I swear I’m preparing for the apocalypse. When it’s dark outside, I fear the worst, but when the sun comes back and I get to see all the freshly fallen snow, I don’t think it’s possible for anything bad to happen. That is, until it’s dark again.
I’m getting the whole “preparing” thing down to a science. Now I know why people keep everything they’ve ever acquired. They may need it someday. Unfortunately, I don’t have much of what I need, so I’m in collection mode. I’ll get there. Some day.
Anyway, I have to tell you that I harbored a bit of guilt last night. The house was warm and cozy, the pellet stove was full, I had just eaten and taken two Benadryl. I was ready for bed. Laura has somehow managed to stack about ten blankets – one on top of the next – on our “mattress.” It’s practically bullet-proof once you get into it. The thing is, I keep thinking that I’m supposed to be ready for any eventuality that might happen throughout the night. If I’m knocked out, snoring up a storm, how am I going to react if something goes down? Oh well. I guess that’s why they call it beauty sleep. Take it while I can.
We wondered what we were going to find this morning. The snow was really piling up last night. I think the majority fell before midnight. I’d say we got about eight inches in total. It’s always fun to walk down the stairs and peek out the window to get a glimpse of exactly what the damage was.
This time, it didn’t seem too bad. I’m not sure we’re going to be able to tell the difference for the duration because snow on top of snow doesn’t look all that different than what it was the day before. It’s not until we attempt to walk around that we feel the brunt of things.
I did my shoveling nice and early. I began with the roof and then migrated to the driveway. First I tackle the path to the cars. That’s pretty easy because I just shovel the top layer off the bottom frozen layer. I have no idea how thick that is.
After I’m finished with that, I generally jump in the truck to drive it back and forth a few times. Starting the truck up is one of the first things I do after shoveling the roof. I have to get it warm.
I’m not sure why I drive around the driveway. I know the goal is to flatten the snow so I don’t have to shovel as much, but it rarely has that effect. When the snow is all fluffy, it doesn’t flatten. I have to wait for the snow to pack like snowball snow. Then this technique would probably work better. Whatever. At least it’s fun to drive around.
I know, I know, I have a reverse light out.
Like I said, driving back and forth doesn’t do much. I always end up shoveling the rest of the driveway. I’ll tell you one thing – it’s fun after a while. It’s good to get out there and put some muscle into something.
I guess Laura got bored of me and went on her merry way, taking picture after picture. It’s so nice to have her doing the photography for this blog now. I can worry about the action and she can worry about capturing it digitally. I then bring it to you and we’re all happy.
This is what she came up with after she disappeared from sight.
First, we have some pine trees on the side of the house. That’s always a classic Maine picture. Snow and pines.
After that, she took a bunch of bird pictures. I filtered through them and decided this was the best. Someone can comment below as to what type of bird this is.
Then, she took a picture of the pool diving board. I can only guess that she’s depressed that she won’t be able to swim until next August.
And finally, she decided to show off how much snow there is on one of the bird feeders. No birds, just the feeder. Good enough for me.
The Ice Field and Snowmobile Trails
We had to run into town again today. I suggested that we take the back way because the main road has a thick layer of ice on it that’s very jagged. It’s not even slippery anymore – it’s more like driving on gravel. Ever since we had that rain turned ice, the roads have been horrible. I’m hoping that tomorrow’s high temperatures and rain will wash some of the bumps away. Laura’s car is getting a workout it never asked for.
The back way is better anyway. It’s much more scenic and as we drive, both of our heads are constantly looking out the window. There are summer camps, cabins, maple syrup farms and all that. It’s just better. Same distance, so there’s no guilt there. All that’s asked of us is that we drive a bit slower.
I wanted to show Laura the fields that we’re so fond of. They’ve turned to a thick ice covered skating rink. What was once tall grass has flooded and frozen. I saw this a few days ago after running out to the hardware store and since Laura was wearing her camera, I thought she could grab a few shots.
And as we were driving through Madison, Laura decided to take a few pictures. One made it onto this blog. You know, there is a very strict editor.
There’s just something about that big stack that I like. It looks so old school. And just to let you know, that’s steam, not smoke.
On the way back, we passed a flock of turkeys. Flock? Is it flock or cluster? Group? We passed a group of turkeys hanging out on the road. When they sensed us taking pictures of them, they walked in the woods and became quite incognito. We took a fair amount of time trying to get a few pictures of these turkeys, but they seemed to always be behind a tree. Not even the best picture shows a turkey head. This was all I was able to muster up for you.
I’ve been telling everyone about all the snowmobile trails we have around here. I swear, on the trip we take to Madison, we must pass at least eight trail openings. They’re everywhere. And one of them leads right to our road. If we had a snowmobile and pulled out of our driveway, rode up the road for one mile, we’d be at the entrance of Maine’s 14,000 miles of trails. And they’re not all limited to snowmobiles. You can ride ATVs too. Probably Jeeps if you had one. I don’t think anyone would complain. The trails are maintained by clubs though, so you might hear it if you made a mess of them.
I slowed the car at two trail openings so we could get some pictures of them. I’m still amazed that you’re allowed to ride here. I guess years and years of getting yelled at for this kind of stuff leaves an impression. Apparently, Maine likes it when people have fun.
Maine December Snow Storm
This is our third or fourth snowfall and this one was completely unexpected. According to the weather report from just last night, we were forecast to receive a few snow showers and then perhaps rain this afternoon. Tonight, they say it’s going to snow or rain and then it’s all expected to freeze up. Any way you look at it, it’s not a good scene. I’m kind of having déjà vu from last year. It’s playing out quite similarly.
I’ve had the chance to use my new snow blower a few times so far, and let me tell you, it’s a life saver. As I walk behind the blower, I remember last year this time, shoveling, shoveling and more shoveling. Steve even felt so bad for me once that he stopped by with this own snow blower. Good times up here in Maine.
We’ve been taking pictures of the snow, for all those who don’t receive as much as we do. I know it’s sort of fun to check out other areas of the country with totally different weather. Well, that’s what I like to do anyway.
For today’s photos, we’ve got some birds, some snow covered trees, me with the blower again and a random road shot or two. Enjoy.
Our First Major Snow Wasn’t That Bad
We didn’t get the foot of snow I was hoping for. I think we probably got about six to eight inches. That’s not bad. I guess. Hopefully, things will pick up faster next time.
From what I read online, it was supposed to start snowing last night before midnight and continue on into today. Some time around two, it was supposed to stop, giving us anywhere between one and three inches overnight and another five to eight inches today. Well, I guess the storm moved faster than anticipated.
Just a few hours ago, I looked out the window to see the moon looking fabulous. I ran into my room and grabbed my camera. I took a few shots.
Moon shots never come out like I want them to. This is the best one I got. It did look really cool though.
Just as I was snapping away with the camera, Laura suggested that we take the truck up the road to chase some more photography. I told her that we better be fast because I had stuff cooking on the stove and that it was getting dark rather quickly. At that moment though, we had enough light to take pictures in.
I started the truck and let it warm up for just a few minutes. As that was happening, a plow truck drove by. I grabbed my camera again and got a decent shot of it.
It looks blurry. It really isn’t. Ignore that. I was tracking the truck, which made the trees blur.
As I was outside, I decided to give you a glimpse of what things are looking like here. I did a fairly good job snow blowing and shoveling this afternoon. I got all sweaty, like I usually do. That’s highly annoying and I wish I could find a way for that to stop happening.
Anyway, after I cleaned the truck off, we made our way up the road. I stopped for a photo about half way up.
The road looked pretty cool. That’s about half way to the end. After I took that photo, we kept going.
When we got to the top of the hill, I backed into our friend’s driveway. We saw them peeking out of the window, but since we were on a mission, we didn’t stop to say hello. I’m still feeling guilty about that. I did, however, manage to take a great looking photo of the truck though. I’m sure they were wondering what in the hell I was doing.
It does look good, doesn’t it?
After that picture, we drove straight back to the house, which is less than a mile. By the time we got back inside, it was almost completely dark. The reason I bring this up is because I want to tell you that I had the timer going on the stove. When we left, it said seven minutes and counting. When we got back, it just started to beep. The entire ordeal took seven minutes to complete. The sun has a funny way of falling fast this time of year.
End of Year 2016 Nor’easter Dumps Almost Two Feet of Snow
This one was a doozy. I was prepared for the impending snow, but I don’t think I was prepared enough. I just got back inside from hours worth of cleaning up. I’ll tell you, sometimes I wonder if anyone is watching me. I fight and make faces and wrestle equipment. It sure would be entertaining (for them) if someone did watch. Especially as I try to rake the snow from the edges of the roof. That’s a bear.
Laura and I headed up to bed around midnight last night. It had been snowing since about noon, but there wasn’t that much accumulation. Maybe around 4 or 5 inches. I actually told her that they may have exaggerated this one. I predicted a total of about 8 when the storm was said and done.
Apparently, some stuff happened while we were asleep. Between midnight and 4:10AM, it snowed. And it snowed heavily. The reason I know this is because when we woke up, we had a grand total of just under 21 inches (of new snow, not counting what was already on the ground). I measured multiple spots around the property and this was the lowest anywhere. Our neighbor up the road claimed his lowest was a straight 2 feet. Speaking of him, he woke up at 4:10AM (and woke his wife up) to start shoveling. I asked if it was still snowing then and he said it wasn’t. So over the span of 4 hours, around a foot and a half of snow fell. That’s just crazy. Makes me wish I was awake for it.
Here is a measurement from the front walkway. Just shy of 21 inches.
Take a look at this. It’s our car. Having it totally covered like this hasn’t happened in a while, that’s for sure.
And here’s a quick photo of some planters we have screwed to the top of the fence in the back.
They look like freshly baked loaves of bread, don’t they?
Anyway, I asked Laura to keep tabs of what was going on outside as I cleaned. She graciously shoveled and took a boatload of photos. Here’s the very first one she grabbed. It’s me walking out to the garage to get the shovel.
After I got everything I needed, I cleared a bit of snow from the roof. This is, by far, the most tiring chore to take care of after it snows. I could hardly move because it was up to my waist and it’s all arm work. Totally exhausting.
Of course, she had to veer to the right a bit to take some nice shots of the snow covered trees in front of the stream. I expected this type of behavior.
I’ll give it to her – it’s a nice shot.
I knew the cleanup was going to be tough. If I have trouble getting out of the back yard, I fear for the worst. The chute of the snowblower wasn’t tall enough for the snow. As I pushed, the blower dug under it.
Here I am trying to make it out of the last of the back yard. I need to get through the garage and the house.
I don’t care how big your snow thrower is, it’s a pain in the ass pushing it through this stuff, especially when there’s a layer of ice underneath everything.
At least, once the first cut is made, I was able to repeat the process, but only take half of a bite each time. That lessened some of the struggle.
I told you in my last snow post that my body gets really hot when clearing snow. I tend to get rather annoyed when this happens. Today, I was ready for it. I wore only a hooded sweatshirt jacket with a short-sleeve shirt underneath. When I got hot, which only took about 10 minutes, I simply removed the jacket and finished in short sleeves. I think the trick is to not wear a hat. I’m fine when I don’t do that.
This time, she’s hiding out in the garage. She got a photo of the snowblower in action, with me still behind the wall.
And here’s a better picture of my Cub Cadet snowblower.
I’m glad I got the big one. Especially for the larger engine. This thing cranks through the snow. I’m not sure the Ariens snow thrower I had back when I lived in Connecticut would have handled this nearly as well.
Here’s a fun one. Check out how covered my truck is. That’s a Ford F-250 under there, so this is rare.
I think our mailbox needs a little help. This is the backside of it. I’ve been meaning to put up a new one since we got here, but for some reason, I’m attached to this one. No matter what mother nature throws at it, it remains standing. It’s leaning, but standing.
And for my final photo, here I am continuing on. The whole thing lasted for a few hours. The good thing is, it’s over now, but the bad thing is that it’s supposed to snow another 3 inches in a few days. That shouldn’t be too difficult to manage though.
Gray Squirrel Playing in the Snow
I just had to post this. It’s snowing outside right now and Laura and I have been watching one of the few gray squirrels in the area pick through the fallen bird seed in our fenced area of the back yard. He’s all fluffy and seems to be enjoying himself. Since I didn’t want him to get too comfortable, I decided to open the back door to shoo him away. I wanted to, sort of, startle him, so he’d get the message and head back to the woods. Well, he got as far as about ten feet away and climbed the fence. Apparently, he was waiting us out. That’s when I grabbed a few photos of him.
Pretty cute, isn’t he? Here’s another one for you.
It’s funny, when he runs through the snow, his body acts like a plow. Everything is so fluffy right now it seems like he’s half tunneling and half trying to stay afloat. Perhaps I’ll head outside for some more shots. I’ll likely just wait until Monday morning to take some pictures of the aftermath of the impending blizzard. That’s going to be a fun one. We’ve yet to have our four-foot fence completely covered. I have a feeling we may see that in the near future.
This has been one busy week weather-wise. I feel like we’re living in Siberia or something. People are out and about on their snowmobiles and Sugarloaf is in high gear with all sorts of skiers and snowboarders. Good winters only come around every so often. When they do, they really do.
I’m going to guess that we have anywhere between three and a half and four feet of snow on the ground right now and it’s still falling fast. Much more has fallen, but the new stuff is compressing the old stuff. This morning, as I was pulling some of the snow off the roof, the areas around where I was standing, which seemed somewhat like tectonic plates, collapsed and squeezed the snow underneath them a few inches. That was weird and something I hadn’t experienced yet in life.
Let me show you a photo I took a few days ago and displayed at the bottom of this post.
Now, let’s go to that same tree just a few moments ago.
Can you see the difference? I’d say so. Also, if you look towards the back of the fence, you’ll see that the snow is right up to the top of it. That fence is four feet tall.
Here’s a shot out of the side window looking towards the garage.
I’m not going to try to snowblow today. The wind is too fierce and I have a feeling I’m going to get totally covered in snow. Also, I’ve got a nasty feeling that the wind and the current snow will force me back out to the driveway to repeat the effort I had already expended.
Get this – I looked at the forecast last night and it’s supposed to be nice and sunny tomorrow. Then, between Wednesday and Thursday, they’re calling for upwards of twenty more inches of snow. These two weeks will go down in history. I thought three years ago was exciting. This year tops all of them.
Here’s a short video of some of the snow falling. Be sure to watch the entire thing because there are a few good gusts. Also, if you’re reading this via email, you’ll need to click through to the post to see the video.
New England Blizzard of 2017