Some things here are unique and challenging, including the R.O.U.S.’s that live down here. One neighbor had them chew through his engine compartment in his truck, another lost use of a wood machine for the same.
The peanut butter death buckets (PDBs) are working far too well, now capturing double digits a day, and two ROUS’s that seemingly were airlifted in from the depths of the New York City sewer system. This is not a photographic event. It is mired in darkness, but also survival in my new climate, with both mine and the dog’s food stores to defend.
The Kodiak is officially broken in (148 miles on it), and now it needs a full set of oils changed for normal usage, even though I’ve managed to transport wood around the yard a bit, it’s been babied.
This weekend it’s a trip back to South Fork (the land of singularities) to pick up the side by side. All is ready, the plow is installed, and the track kits are being tensioned this week. It too needs a break in period, so I’ve many more miles to explore the park once it’s on site.