Up the Mountain

This last weekend, we had our taxes done (blek!) 

then headed up the mountain to check on the place, 

maybe get a little more work done, and fill our water jugs.

We prefer fresh mountain well water to filtered irrigation water so will haul drinking water as long as we can.

Yes that is a car buried in snow!

We knew there had been significant snowfall 

as we’ve had plenty down here in the low land.

We ended up having to just pull out where our drive is and walk to the house.

Walking was a bit of a challenge.  

The snow came up over our knees as we took each step.

I’m short so nearly froze my bottom off :-)

We built roaring fires in the house and shop.  

There is electric heat on just enough to keep the pipes from freezing, but a fire lasts a while and helps just that much with the power bill for up there.

We didn’t get any work done in the house, because we were shoveling.

I still have two chickens up there that run free. 

They refuse to stay cooped so I quit fighting with them.  

They have a huge self feeder full of food and a heated water dish 

so are really fine.

We checked them out when we arrived.

They wouldn’t leave the lean to so I put their feed under there 

and ran an extension cord for their water dish.

We (mostly MrLB while I filled water jugs) shoveled the snow off the lean to portion of the shop.

It’s not flimsy but it tends to melt off the shop 

and slides down and accumulates on the lean to.

The last thing we need is for it to cave in on the wood and tractor.

By the time we left, we were chilly, our pant legs were soaked, 

and we’d had a decent workout.

The same plow driver is “taking care of” the road - meaning the dufus drives both directions down the middle of the road instead of on his own side to create the two lanes it should be.

There are a couple things I miss about living up there,

but this weekend I was ever grateful we live where we do 

and are on the path we’re on-

even if we don’t know where it ends.