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There is no point in blowing out my 140 yard lane today. No one is going in or out until the morning, so I'll blow 'er out then. Here's a photo just shot out the back door a few minutes ago ...
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Kirk: An old geezer who loves the smell of freshly turned earth, old cedar rail fences, wood smoke, a crackling fireplace on a snowy evening, pristine wilderness lakes, the scent of
cedars and a magnificent Whitetail buck framed in the semi-buckhorn sights of a 120-year old Winchester. Blog: https://www.kirkdurston.com/
KirkD wrote:There is no point in blowing out my 140 yard lane today. No one is going in or out until the morning, so I'll blow 'er out then. Here's a photo just shot out the back door a few minutes ago ...
I remember those days before I found my way down to Texas. I remember them, but not fondly.
The best day to be alive is -40 with sunshine and no wind after a butt kicking storm. You go for a walk outside and the air is so condenced that with even the smallest breath you get more than enough oxygen. Its invigorating
there is always something to complain about wherever you live so you just make the most of the cards your dealt.
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7... Were still standing Mother nature and I go toe to toe quite offen
Well now that reminds me of my teenage years, blasting across the open country in my 1969 Wild One. There are too many restrictions where I live; you are only allowed to ride on groomed trails.
Kirk: An old geezer who loves the smell of freshly turned earth, old cedar rail fences, wood smoke, a crackling fireplace on a snowy evening, pristine wilderness lakes, the scent of
cedars and a magnificent Whitetail buck framed in the semi-buckhorn sights of a 120-year old Winchester. Blog: https://www.kirkdurston.com/
Everyone said when you get older you will hate winter, but I don't think that will be true for me. While I don't care for the wind, the cold I can take since I don't work outside too much anymore. I dislike mowing the grass more than moving a little snow. We have good ice on the lakes this year and I went ice fishing new years day and plan on taking off work this Thursday and Friday for some fishing also. It will be warm again in about three months, so I can wait.
My day started at 7 am with getting my snowblower started (John Deere LT 180 with front mounted blower) and the Nissan Versa that the kids needed to commute to school. Amazingly, both started! While the car warmed up, I spent 45 minutes blowing out the huge drifts that had accumulated overnight, as well as the 4 foot high x 20 feet wide massive pile of snow that the snow plow had left across our lane. This evening, one of the kids decided to make a run for it through the new pile left by the snowplow and hung the car up high and dry. I told the girl to never do that again; always ease into a big drift, then you can back out and ease in again until you eventually make it out the other side. Taking a run at it pretty much guarantees you will be doing some major shovelling to lower the car back down to the ground. After about 45 minutes of shovelling under the car to lower the car down to normal level, one of the girls and I braced our feet against my LT 180 and shoved while another girl eased the car forward (I had scraped up a bit of gravel to put in front of the front wheels). This was about the dozenth try but it worked. I then spent another half hour blowing out the end of the lane. A fellow needs to get out into the howling wind (50 km/hr or about 30 miles/hr) and cold so he doesn't get soft ... at least that is what I said when I finally got back into the house for supper. Another cold night (forecasting around 9 below zero farenheight) and the winds are still howling around the house. Tomorrow morning, I'll be repeating this morning. My face had ice all over it when I got in this morning and my wife wanted me to just hold it while she got a camera and took a picture. I said, 'forget it', not being in any mood for a photo session. She then made three fried eggs and toast and juice for me to get the furnace stoked back up. Life is good.
Kirk: An old geezer who loves the smell of freshly turned earth, old cedar rail fences, wood smoke, a crackling fireplace on a snowy evening, pristine wilderness lakes, the scent of
cedars and a magnificent Whitetail buck framed in the semi-buckhorn sights of a 120-year old Winchester. Blog: https://www.kirkdurston.com/