I spent the evening with the Ortega’s last night who graciously invited me to dinner after having dropped in unannounced. Beer turned to Whiskey which turned to bottle two. A fun night, full of laughter and learning.
I’ve learned mountain lions share the lot where I am collecting firewood, watching a video of a mom with two youngsters. Beautiful, but quite real and why I have been armed every trip; there can be no one for miles, and you are on your own in such ways.
Met a great guy named Andy who shared the evening with us, and learned much about snow, drifts, and many things not to do. There is much to learn, and many realizations to gather.
The side by side is working, but with tracks may not suffice. Staying put simply might be my best and safest choice, notably after watching web cam footage of Andy crawling to his house, snowshoes strapped to his hands in waist deep strangeness.
Closing with a shot of the homestead, taken from Brophy. It looks close, but you can’t just get there from here.
