I don’t ski, and my last two experiences with ice skating went horribly wrong, but for some reason, I really like snow. We’ve had some concentrated winter experience during the last week, more than fulfilling my appetite for the white stuff.
Last Saturday, another visit from the polar regions transformed our little valley into a snow globe. 4.5 inches (11cm) of new snow just before noon when I took camera, coat, and my aptly named Snowy River out for a blustery walk (see location above during July flooding).
A single pair of tracks outlined the center of our township road, which hadn’t been cleared. A heavy wind was blowing the snow across our swamp (see creek above during July flooding).
Our driveway seemed to be Subaruable, but it gave the entrance to the Hollow a much more remote feeling than its had since we started building the cabin.
We don’t get as much wind in the Hollow, so our trees were frosted with snow for most of the weekend. The roads were covered, but we didn’t see a lot of plows. Later Saturday afternoon Elizabeth took a walk out to the township road and met one of the neighbors plowing it with his Polaris.
. After another inch or two of snow over Saturday night, we gingerly drove down a lightly plowed driveway Sunday morning, starting what turned out to be a surprisingly long drive to church. With greasy unplowed roads, we never got out of 3rd gear.
Our return home was easier, not because any of the roads had been cleared, but because we weren’t driving through heavy snow fall. We stopped along the state highway to watch the ice floating in the Killbuck. In July, the spot above was impassable because of floodwaters (see the couple on the ATV).
I’d taken a quick swipe down the driveway on Saturday, but on the theory that you can never spend too much quality time with your tractor (and anticipating 20 below zero temperature), I cranked up the reluctant Diesel after work on Monday and thoroughly plowed the driveway from the cabin to the township road.
It takes a gentle touch, driving slowly, with a hand on the hitch height control, and a foot on the brake, to avoid making a big mess out of the limestone.
After cleaning up a quarter mile of private driveway, I decided to clean up about 3/4 mile of the township road, which is a lot easier to plow, because there’s no gravel. That left a bunch of snow in front of our drive, a satisfying opportunity for some front end loader work.