- Snowshoeing up to repower the broadband transmitter in the dark was the hardest yet. The snowpack had reformed, erasing our hard-won trail. Then several days' worth of weather froze the top layer, added more on top of that, then froze the newest stratum. A 30 minute tromp became a 2 hour saga of seemingly endless baby steps. Each snowshoe-step forward required a forceful near-kick downwards to punch out something to stand on. Each step had to abut the previous one, and each show not catch the other.
- Broadband has stuttered, thanks to multiple coverings of snow-ice-snow on multiple antenna. (This ain't part of the always-on broadband concept)
- And our car got stuck, again, at the end of the driveway, in a mix of spinning wheels, slick surfaces, and constricting snowbanks. It took a while to free ourselves, with Owain hauling buckets of ashes (stored in the basement, from our wood-burning stove); me digging around each tire, then hacking back a snowbank; Gwynneth howling about being late for school; Ceredwyn using her fine driving skills to twitch the Saturn back and forth, sideways, and eventually out onto... a very slick, snow-covered road.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Storms and stress
Sometimes homesteading is just frustrating, surprising, grinding work. A week of nearly continuous snow spurred on our most recent bouts, as ice suffused the land and drained our muscles: