I have had two interesting and movement inhibiting snow storms since I arrived. Neither was normal, typical, and none of the locals ‘have seen anything like it for this time of year.’ Nonetheless, they have happened. I am eight miles from pavement (and maintained roads) so both times, it is hunker down and wait and see what happens. Inaction? Not typical for this man, but it forces the self to slow down, accept the world around, shift into watching mode rather than doing mode, being rather than producing.
It is safer here than anywhere I have lived, even denoting the above. I have two fuel sources independent of any need for electricity. I have calculated four days of reserve power without the influx of new energy. My off-grid solar system can fail, as can any electronic service, but is mathematically far less likely to fail during a storm as compared to conventional power loss during said same. My fiber optic connection to the outside world is fully underground, so home systems seem normal even when the weather is wild. I now have over sixty meals in canned storage with a five year shelf life, beyond what was already planned. There is safety in such.
Pushing, shoveling and blowing snow reminds me of an observation once read.
…while no two snowflakes look alike, fifteen feet of them all piled up at once produces an impenetrable similarity – John Gould
