Month: March 2021

The weather is teasing now. Several days above freezing and the massive drifts dropped at least a foot and a half. Snow seems to vanish here a bit quicker than normal, perhaps for it is so dry to start with, but it is settling. The melting, the softness, the warmness in the air, all welcome signs. I am ready for Spring, not so much for feeling trapped, but longing for access to land, non slick, slippery, snowy land to traverse upon.

Awoke this morning to an eleven degree day and it barely got above freezing today, so the thawing is on hold. Not only humans are ready for Spring, much more animal life is scurrying about readily.

There is a Coyote that visits the fields of Brophy near daily, often jumping and diving, hunting rodents in the open fields. And below, a slightly fuzzy image of what I believe is a ferruginous hawk.

Below is another shot of Moon Bug and the solar panels, the drifts having settled quite noticably.

According to the calendar, Spring has officially arrived. One can see no signs of such in these parts. The recent snow storm was more of the same; the typical plasticine non-bonding snow, of which many inches fell. It has not snowed (vertically) in the past two days, yet the drifts grow, grow, and grow some more.

The storm blew through from the east, but the prevailing winds are now from the west. The result? Drifts now, at least seven feet high in places, including upon Schierl Road. I may attempt a trip down to the Ortega cabin today, to test the roads and visit with a neighbor. Investigation and some snowshoeing is required to ascertain if it is wise to attempt the journey.

Firewood needs to be moved into the house; the temperatures are nearly as cold as at any point over the winter, even though the sun is moving higher into the daily sky. New projects are starting, now that life is adapting to that of an idle man. Itches are starting, ideas are forming, and it is pure luxury, at my age, to get to decide what to do with the rest of my life. Decide what paths to walk, what towers to build, what valleys to visit.

I am curious just how long seven foot high snow drifts will take to diminish.

Perhaps not in total snow fall, but in movement. This storm blew in heavy from the east; the snow was ‘falling’ vertically for several hours, filling in every hole, crevice and crack.

It has in fact been challenging, moving out here into the wilderness. Most folks I met last Summer and Fall all were surprised, and some worried, that I was intending to winter this remotely, access being what it is. I was not worried. I knew where, how, and with what means I grew up, and I knew what I could and could not manage in regards to cold, weather, access, remoteness, self care and the like; in many ways, I have been practicing for this for decades.

My largest challenge here, the one I walked in with, is mostly contained within the three or so pounds of matter floating about my skull. Within this I carry it all. The successes, the failures, the childishness, the wins, the losses, the gains, the growth, and the promise of a brighter tomorrow.

A year ago today was a landmark day that resulted in my arrival here. I was formulating a plan, working towards a future I thought would sustain me for the rest of my days. A year ago today, that plan shifted. I lost the track I thought I was going to ride into the sunset, the plan I thought would fulfill me for decades, even though it was still a plan in progress.

Sometimes change happens whether we want it to or not. Sometimes change happens because it is good for us, even though we think that it is not. Sometimes change happens and we cannot control it, it seems. We could have, but when some buckets tip over, the years long rising of the grains of sand go from unnoticed to a spilt pile of failure, collected over time. We must pay attention to any place in our lives where we are leaking such grains. Check your buckets, empty them, and surely learn how to patch the holes. Do not let them tip over. Some buckets, when they tip over, shatter.

If one tips and breaks, you will need to start over and build a new plan. That is the lesson for the day. A year in the life that meant this new path is what it is, and the old path, although prevalent in thought and feeling, steeped with pain and loss, must become one that stops getting tended, along with every notion of ever walking upon it again.

The most recent storm has blown through. The sky is blue, the power grid is absorbing, and the wind is shifting the snow, yet again. It was a lovely storm, a quiet weekend, and today is a site to behold. The snow is only on reprieve; another foot predicted for tomorrow night.

I managed to leave the mountain this week; did some paperwork at the county, mailed some documents, and like a moment of magic, entered a City Market produce section. I’ve not seen that much green, rich, recently live plant life in a couple of months. It was more impressive than driving a new truck on smooth, floating paved roads, seeing power lines strung everywhere, or the nervous, anxious drivers, riding my ass, when 68 in a 65 simply wasn’t fast enough. I got out, I saw the world, and I was quite pleased to get back to my own form of reality.

There are fresh greens in the house, both for me and my neighbor who is spending more time up here. Fresh food feels gift like, as he stated, even though he paid for everything he received; perhaps we all need a bit less access, a bit less overwhelming consumption, a bit less free reign to every bounty imaginable. We seem unhappy as a nation, discontent, displeased, lost. There is so much abundance in our world, and from my perspective, nothing to seem unhappy about as such. Everything is within reach, it just takes the resources to acquire it.

I will wait here for Spring. A winter storm warning has been issued, but moves with the coming change in the weather. There are still snow drifts several feet high, even though, eight miles away, there is not a lick of snow to be found. I am in no hurry for the melt, but ready for the shift nonetheless. Spring brings new life, new optimism, new smells, and new baby creatures. There is much to enjoy about the forthcoming shifts to witness here in slower than normal motion.