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Normally I like Fall.

This time of year is usually one of my favorites.

It’s a time of changing leaves, cool temperatures, and relative peace.

Not this year.

This year, it’s me against nature. It also signals that soon I’ll be trapped into being here another 5 months. Even though I have no immediate plans to get the hell out of California, it’s a psychological barrier. One simply doesn’t change homes in the snow. I did it once a long time ago and learned my lesson.

We’re having a cold snap that is impairing my ability to finish painting the trim of the house. I started this project and then injured my knee. I’d started the project in the narrow window between the completion of the repairs from the water damage and now.

I thought at the time, “it will be tight but I’ll have time to finish before Winter.” Then I hurt my knee and spent 3 weeks hobbling around like an old man barely able to stand up.

You know that you’re hurt bad when the dog keeps licking your foot and leg, and doesn’t even react when you head to the door. It’s like the dog is saying, “Dude, you can walk yourself, you sure as hell can’t walk me!”

The licking can be bothersome but it’s sweet in its way. The pup is just trying to make you feel better as he would another dog. I take it as a sign that he’s decided we’re a pack.

The knee is getting better daily. I’ve been able to do much of the project by chipping away at it. I’ll work until my knee says, “That’s enough,” I’ve made good progress but I’m worried that I won’t be able to complete the project before it’s too cold to finish painting. Did you know that paint wont set up correctly below certain temperatures? I didn’t, until I moved here.

The other winterizing project that I have yet to do, is cleaning out the gutters. That, like painting requires that I be on a ladder. The more time I spend on a ladder, the less time I have to actually do the project before the knee starts “Bidening” (Calling a lid on the day). That’s a project that has got to get done, because otherwise water backs up in the gutters and then freezes, causing problems throughout the entire Winter.

The last project for Winter, is annoying but can be done regardless of the temperature. Unfortunately, it also means that I have to be on a ladder and climbing around in the attic. (There’s that ladder thing again!)

I’ve got to get in the attic crawlspace and retape the ductwork. We had some work done last year up in the attic and I think one or more of the ducts got pushed around, perhaps creating leaks between the ductwork and the registers. It happens, I didn’t notice the problem until months after the workmen had left because their work was done in the time between needing to run either the A/C or the heat.

You can do ductwork stuff in the Summer with the roof broiling in the sun and the attic is 120°F or you can do it in the fall when attic temps are more reasonable. I’ve chosen the latter.

Thinking about it, I should also clean out the dryer vent. That may be a “today” kind of project because it’s 35°F outside and windy. (So, no painting today!) As a bonus, there’s no ladder required.

All of this is to say,

Welcome to Fall!

It also serves as an explanation of why I’ve not been blogging as much as usual.

I’ve scanned the news recently. Nothing much has changed.

I could sum up the news like this, “We’re all gonna die, the government is out of money, one group or another is pissed off about something, and everything is going to hell in a hand basket.”

There, now you don’t have to watch the evening news. Instead, turn off the TV, shut down the computer, put the phone aside, and go read a good book.

Until next time… I hope you’re having a nice Fall season.

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The Storm

So the storm was everything the National Weather Service claimed it would be.

Wind, rain/sleet, and snow. Lots of snow. About 16 inches at my elevation.

The front deck 1/29/2021

It’s not all that unusual to get snows like this here. What is unusual is that we’ve had essentially 3 back to back over the course of a few days.

The street. which was clear down to the pavement on 1/28/2021 and is buried again on 1/29/2021

The problem with our street is that it’s not county maintained. Meaning the residents have to clear it ourselves.

So we all pull out shovels, snow blowers, and one of the neighbors has an ATV with a snow blade on the front. Unfortunately, in the last snow he broke a shear pin and is waiting for the replacement which is on it’s way from MN via the USPS. He’s thinking that he won’t get it until spring.

The snow mound that is my front yard.

So after a full day of working, resting, & working again I can see most of the driveway again. One of the neighbors is at the far end of the street running his snow blower. What usually happens is all the neighbors fire up their snow blowers at the same time and the begin a carefully choreographed series of passes on the street.

That doesn’t begin until driveways are cleared otherwise we end up losing track of the driveways and have to do more work to find ’em and clear ’em. Something you don’t find out until you’ve regularly used a snow blower is, after you’ve blown the snow with a snow blower, it tends to compress into ice. So if you bury someones driveway sometimes the only solution is a pick and standard shovel instead of the traditional snow shovel.

One other really nice thing is that if one of the neighbors is away, and there’s a snow storm those of us who are home clear their driveway so they have a place to park when they get back. It’s not something any of us have talked about or agreed upon. It’s just a nice unwritten rule of kindness.

The other rule is that if the storm was really bad and your driveway isn’t cleared yet, you park in one of the neighbors drives until we get to yours. That rule is also unwritten and one of the nice things about our street.

We also have a common bag of various sized snowblower shear pins, unfortunately, none of us had anything big enough for the neighbors ATV snow blade. Dang IT!!!!

A shot of the house after clearing the road

In the picture above, the dark streaks are where the new guy on the block ingested some of the dirt from my yard. Ooops! No matter, the yard will be fine, but his snow blower was very unhappy for a couple of minutes. This picture isn’t super pretty but it gives a good reference of ground level and the relative depth of the snow.

Fortunately, we haven’t had to contend with snowplayers today. They have a bad habit of turning onto our road then freaking out when the realize 2 important things. 1) It’s a dead end. 2) It’s very narrow and there isn’t anyplace to turn around unless there happens to be an open driveway.

Usually they end up having to back down out onto the wider county maintained road. Which is also full of snowplayers trying to get up that road to its dead end, or it’s full of those who have found out that there is no way through and turned around.

This is why we don’t like snowplayers up in the neighborhoods. There are lots of little roads that dead end. Lots of these people come up here thinking the whole town is a snow/ski area, and they refuse to read signs that are clearly posted saying that a road is a dead end, or following the larger and equally clear signs that point to the designated play areas, and ski resorts.

They get tired of crawling along on the main, and well maintained road and tend to turn onto the first side road they see. Then the police get involved and start running them out of the neighborhoods, writing tickets, and towing vehicles.

Us locals, stop with a smile and present our drivers licenses (to prove our address and get waved on through police checkpoints). Sometimes we’ll provide thermos refills for the officer on duty. Especially if we notice an officer who hasn’t had a break in many hours working in the cold.

I’m afraid that tomorrow (Saturday) will bring a ton of rude, giddy, idiots, which will make all of the neighbors weekends a pain in the ass. We tend to take turns shooing the idiots off our lawns, out of the streets, and out of the reforestation project(s).

Then we spend Monday and Tuesday picking up all the trash. Broken plastic sleds, paper, dirty diapers, gloves, shoes, face masks, and the amazing detritus of human beings.

I am amused by the irony as well. These are the same people who would scream at the top of their lungs against pulling out of the Paris climate accords, but think nothing of trashing a pristine mountain town.

After all, they don’t have to actually clean up the mess. They don’t have to call the forestry service to help sick wildlife. They don’t have to worry about anything do they? It’s someone else’s problem when they drive back down the mountain.

Following are some pictures that illustrate the point really well.

A local creek about 10 miles from home. This picture was taken 15 year ago before the road to the creek was paved.
The same area about 4 years ago.
There is a creek under these uprooted trees. People were climbing the trees and then using their weight to pull them over. Seems the people wanted a bridge so they could cross a creek that has at best 10 inches of water in it during the Summer.
Filthy Humans!

If I sound harsh about people. It’s because I see the kind of wanton destruction and disregard all too many people have for the “Natural” surroundings that I live in and appreciate.

Ironically, lots of these people come to these wilder places to, “Get away from the city,” Unfortunately, they bring all their bad habits with them and just expect it to be magically cleaned up every night.

Before anyone talks to me about Climate change, the Green New Deal, Carbon taxes, or my gas powered car. They better have a simple appreciation of what’s happening every day in their local wilderness.

Cause if they don’t… I’m going to eat them for lunch!

Sorry, I digressed…

I’m not a traditional tree hugging Eco-Warrior. I’m just a guy who likes nature and gets really mad about the hypocrisy of people who are willing to pay stupid taxes and force everyone else to do the same, terrorizing us with dire warnings about Climate Change.

Too many of these people have never in their lives spent a day carrying a big trash bag through a forest picking up other people’s trash. Or tending a trampled sapling, or scrubbing graffiti off of rocks, or looking after an animal that ingested something left behind by a thoughtless person.

I do all of these things, and for the record, I’m not part of any organization. There’s no-one taking pictures. The big garbage bag ends up in my trash or recycling bin which ever is appropriate. I do this because I believe it’s the right thing to do, and should be done for no other reason. I’m the human walking in the forest seeing all the mess. Rather than tut-tut about it, I’ve got two hands, and a backpack with at least one trash bag inside.

Leave no trace. Leave a place better than you found it. That way the next person on the trail can appreciate the beauty and hopefully they’re operating on the same philosophy.

I’m a big believer that until you tend to the local issues you can’t really address the global ones. I also believe that if everyone simply tended to their own local issues, the world would be a lot prettier and healthier.

After all anyone can write a check, or click “Like” and feel smug about it. Put some skin in the game if you’re really serious.

Just my two cents. What I’ve said may not be right. It may not be right for you in particular. But It’s right for me and given that I do have skin in the game I’m not going to apologize if what I’ve said offends anyone.

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Contrary to what you might think…

This is not a picture of an unhappy dog. This is a picture of a dog who’s been outside in 15 inches of snow and is looking for something else to get into.

I’ve never had a dog that loved the snow like Jesse. All my previous dogs enjoyed the snow, but after 1/2 hour or so they were ready to come in, get a treat, get warm and snooze.

That is not the case with Jesse. He comes alive in the snow, it’s all a game and he’s more than content to be outside for hours on end. He digs, rolls, has zoomies, plays with toys, and then curls up watching the world from one of his favorite spots on the decks or near the front gate.

Today is a little different in that he’s not wanting to come in. The last couple of snowfalls haven’t been that impressive. Just a couple of inches and while he’s enjoyed himself he’s been just as happy inside as out. Today on the other hand it’s 29°F and the snow is deep. He’s preferred to be outside running around and when I’ve offered to let him in, he’s just looked at me and run some more.

That’s a good thing because he’s not getting his usual 3 miles of walking today. He’s built for the snow, and plows through it like it’s nothing. I on the other hand, don’t do well in deep snow.

This photo is of the snow we woke up to this morning. 15 inches. We’d already cleared 3 to 5 inches off the decks and the driveway on Saturday. So out in the yard where he’s playing there’s probably at least 18 inches of snow, and the trail that he and I walk every day is going to have at least that much.

I don’t do very well in snow that’s above my knees.

You can see how deep it is in this picture, after clearing the drive and part of the street.

The weather report says that we’re to expect heavy snow and perhaps even thunder and high winds into Monday.

This blog will post automatically early on Monday. I’m writing it on Sunday Morning.

This morning we had power glitches and I’ve had to shut down some of the devices on my local network. With the predicted high winds and snow I’m writing ahead in case the power goes off on Sunday night.

I must admit that the snow is pretty. I wish I wasn’t the one out there clearing it and that the roads were clear. On the other hand, We haven’t had any snow players today so it’s been a quiet Sunday for a change. Saturday morning, I looked out in my front yard and there were complete strangers tromping across my front lawn to pose for pictures and movies on my wooden bench. I ran them off. It is just unbelievable what people think is okay just because there’s snow on the ground.

Coming back from a walk with Jesse, a guy asked me if I had a lighter. He was parked in the yard of a house for sale and wanted to build a fire… On the lawn! I pointed out that he and his party were on private property, that I didn’t have a lighter, and generally speaking folk in these mountains take a very dim view of open fires.

His response, “Yeah I know it’s private property but we weren’t doing anything.”

Then why do you need a lighter???

One of my neighbors came around the corner on an ATV. He’d been using a blade on the front to clear the street . He stopped and told me that he’d had a lot of success for the first time he’d tried the blade.

We chatted a bit and I pointed out that it was great that our street was clear but that we might regret it because of the jackass snowplayers having access to our yards and driveways.

It was at this point Mr. “Have you got a lighter?” decided to pack up and leave.

It could have been that my neighbor and I was chatting about jackass snowplayers, or it could have been that my neighbor has a very nice confederate flag on the front of his ATV.

Perhaps Mr. “Have you got a lighter?” decided that our neighborhood wasn’t to his liking.

Don’t know, don’t care!

Then there were the morons that decided to have their wedding in the snow just off HWY2, (The main road into town,) they thought nothing of blocking the road with their wedding guests and cars. 3500 People in the town were going nowhere, including EMTs!

Apparently, that didn’t even occur to the thoughtless bride and groom. After all… It’s was their day. I couldn’t help but wonder if a snow wedding was the brides way of telling the groom what their marriage was going to be like. You know… Cold as Ice!

In all though, the day was pretty snowplayer free. Turns out, the reason was that there was a 7 car pileup on Highway 138. I guess that put the kibosh on all the other dingbats getting up to the mountains on Saturday.

Sunday has thus far been pretty clear too. Chain requirements and CHP inspection points will do that…

We’ll see what Monday brings.

If there’s power, I’ll update with Monday’s events.

01/27/2021

I missed the update I promised. Between snow clearing and trying to entertain the dog it’s been a busy couple of days.

Monday was a grey and cloudy day. It was bitterly cold, windy and the main focus was just trying to get the driveway, decks, and walkways clear.

Tuesday was bright and sunny it was still 29° F but bearable as long as you stayed in the sun. So later in the afternoon I took the dog for a walk.

As you can see he was very happy to be out of the yard and having a more routine day.

I should note that he’s prancing on a ridge of rocks. In reality the snow on either side of the ridge he is walking on is quite deep. Above my knees in many cases and were it not for the sledding path made by some of the local children It would have been a miserable slog for me. As it was I got a heck of a workout. Jesse did too and I think part of his happiness is that he remembered the rocks under the snow and wasn’t buried up to his shoulders in fluffy dry powder.

This is not to say that he wasn’t snow diving on a fairly regular basis. There were a couple of snowbanks where he jumped as if he was planning to land on top and then look like king of the hill. Things didn’t go as he planned. Instead of landing on top of a solid bank of snow, he disappeared completely.

I was standing there with a leash disappearing into a snowbank making it look like I was walking a snowbank instead of a dog. After a few seconds, Jesse would explode out of the top of the snowbank, so now it looked like a small volcano. Then he’d do this goofy bunny hop to get clear of the snowbank, once clear he’d come running over to me with that laughing look he gets.

It wasn’t until we got to the bottom of the hill that he started to act tired. He’s strong but even for him pushing through deep snow is a lot of work. We walked back up the hill at a slow but even pace and Jesse was pretty much right by my side. He’d occasionally bury his head in the snow trying to catch some illusive smell.

When we got back to the house, Jesse attained his “King of the Hill” Status in our front yard.

The snow pile in the yard is about 8 feet tall but is made up of fairly hard compressed snow because it was piled there by the snow blower.

Tonight, Wednesday we’re expecting more snow going into Thursday and Friday. At this point none of us on the street are sure where we will pile the additional snowfall.

8 feet is about as tall as the snowblowers can pitch the stuff. I suspect that after the next waves of snow, I’m going to have to use a shovel to redistribute the existing pile more evenly over the yard.

That should allow us to clear the driveway and our section of the street again. Then it’s fingers crossed that the next 10 days provide us with warmer temps and sunshine to clear the ice patches.