Showing posts with label Winter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Winter. Show all posts

Saturday, April 26, 2014

Winter 2013-14 Album

What happens when your neighbor clears the trees on his property? 
Mike and Bheki end up with snow up to their armpits in their drive. Lovely.

The road was worse; I'm sure the road commission is still cursing.

Broken blower thingie. 
(I actually know what all the thingies are called but 
ever since the 7th grade when I was the only one in the class that got 100% on the engine part quiz,
I'm tired of the tendency of men getting mad at me 
because I actually know what I'm talking about. I was also Outstanding Industrial Arts I student in shop class which won even more fans but for the sake of full disclosure, I got a C in Home Ec. That was an interesting few moments at home on report card day; sometimes even I feel sorry for my parents.)
I'm kind of fascinated by the way the metal "smeared" on the left. RAWR, torque, baby!

Broken blower means snowshoe time.
 Half mile trip to the mailbox. And starting the half mile back.
I saved the best for last. Snow almost up to your tubes
  (evacuated tubes on the solar thermal water system) 
hence the height of the wooden rack.

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Definitely In like a LION

Here's the Prius in it's little snow cave.

While we've had a really easy Winter, we've had a series of mini-Winter blasts lately bringing in the month of March. Hopefully, out like a lamb. Meanwhile, it's cozy by the fire.

Completely sacked out with tail extended out means it's VERY warm by the fire.

Serious "Nap face."



Thursday, February 9, 2012

Pausing to reflect

The rest of last summer and fall (2011), while taking what turned out to be only a temporary hiatus from the blog, I really began feeling settled into the cabin. That wonderful sense of "this is home" set in. We've gotten to know our neighbors better in the two houses closest to us and they've gotten to know us better. Strong family values and hard workers. Good neighbors. We consider ourselves fortunate. So, we are HOME and it feels all warm and fuzzy and good.

One of the reasons I thought I wanted to end the blog was because we had already gone through a complete cycle of the seasons living off-grid and I didn't want a bunch of boring "rerun" posts. The other reason was because I was going underground to do a rogue, under the radar, illegal turbine installation. You know, put it up withOUT any permitting, black cat suit, ski mask and all.

Let's start with what hasn't been a "rerun" this Winter. The weather has been mild. Not much snow. Balmy temperatures. Relatively speaking. Where last Winter I was struggling trying to keep some heat in the cabin with three fires a day, this Winter I've been burning once a day and not at all on some days. I've been running around in my Summer weight jammies and kicking the covers off the bed as I sleep. The bitter cold snaps have been short and few and far, far between. I've been comfortable and I like it. Also, different this Winter is the refrigerator issue. Our refrigerator is a complete kW hog. We unplugged it last Winter and threw our food outside. This Winter, I kept it plugged in because I didn't like the inconvenience of my food being outside and even though last Winter was bitter cold, my frozen organic fruit did not stay frozen. I had to forgo fruit in my smoothies. I "indulge" in a very healthy smoothie called Vega. We fondly refer to it as "ogre grog." It is swamp green. For some silly reason, by the end of Summer 2010 which was also the end of the cabin remodel, I couldn't eat anything that my body didn't immediately reject so I thought I'd try a meal replacement shake. While this was successful and I feel better than ever, I like frozen fruit in my ogre grog so the watt-sucker has stayed plugged in. Which leads us to the next difference this Winter - the generator. With the watt-sucker plugged in, I have had to run the generator more - a lot more. I have a soft covered trailer that I can pull behind my Jeep. We parked the trailer behind the cabin and store the generator in that. When I run the generator I unzip the cover, flip the flaps up, set rocks on the flap ends so they don't come down, and turn the generator on. Easier, peasier than last years dragging it in and out of the cabin.

On the issue of my Operation Covert Turbine Install, I easily conceded to The Husband after hearing that the neighbor a road over with the turbine I have been coveting was visited and grilled with questions of a "we don't like your turbine and want to shut you down" nature. That's enough to remove anyone's ski mask.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

I can feel it in the air tonight....

....hold on. Stealing lyrics from Phil (Collins) there. Sigh. The sun is starting to slip below the tree line a little earlier each night. Summer has given me a chance to get a little rest but now I'm feeling a little anxious. It's time to find hay, put up hay, get firewood, put up firewood, stock the livestock and feLION rations, maybe even a few human provisions for Winter. On the upside, maybe I'll loose another twenty pounds this winter too.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Big, fluffly, snowflake

photo for all those Winter photo fans. I'm kind of all hurry up and wait today. We've got snow. And a little bit of wind. Equals drifting driveway. I got up at 6:15 this morning to get out to The Secret Cabin so I could clear the driveway for my fabulous finish crew. I checked on them this afternoon to make sure they could get out for lunch and a quick run to 41 Lumber. I snapped some pictures of the cabin interior but about 15 minutes after they got back from lunch, they got more done and the inside of the cabin looks different again. I swear. Well, I know you know I swear so maybe a "cross my heart" would make the point. I'll take more pictures of the cabin after their done this evening. As an aside note, I do have a bunch of blog entries in my draft folder that I've been working on that will be added per their origination date so you'll have to scroll down to read those. I should have them done by the end of the weekend.