Weekend Run

I ventured off the mountain yesterday, but only to the local town. A supply run was in order, but the tags on my truck have expired. I shall go out again Tuesday to rectify, but parts were required so out I went. I have a mess waiting for me; bought a couple dozen eggs in a flat pack and tipped them on their side to keep the sun off. I forgot to bring them home, and this mess is sitting on my passenger seat, freezing in the overnight, thawing in the daily sun.

The snowstorm of last week was intense. Nearly 18 inches landed on the mountain top, and the winds kicked up for two days after. Monstrous drifts are everywhere, piled high, and barely a remnant of my neighbor’s exiting tracks from a week prior remained.

Moon Bug did well and I am learning how to catch and ride the drifts. One scary moment on a snow filled drift laden drive. I hope Tuesday goes as well.

Preparing to leave the driveway
Big drift by the Mitchell cabin
Rising out of Beck’s towards Ortega Pass.

By Borman and Kline. Not a sign of a road in sight.