I headed out of the park yesterday, for the first time since New Year’s weekend. From my small island of isolation, and some neighbors out and about, I saw SEVEN human beings yesterday. There is in fact a world out there!
I picked up a neighbor (relatively speaking, his cabin is two miles from mine), and we traversed the steep sugary snowed slope to his cabin, pretty much incident free. Untouched for months, the Ortega cabin, on a mountain ridge of its own, showed the true force of the wind. We parked upon, and fell into, a snow drift about four feet deep, before reaching the bare ground surrounding the cabin. Just like my own, this drift nearly circumnavigated the cabin.
It was good timing to be out and about. The temperatures dropped over night, and I am here this morning with what I have dubbed Irony Heaters. I went to bed, at five below zero, and three of the four propane wall heaters were on, and had been on full force. Upon rising, the temperature had dropped to eighteen below zero, and as previous experience indicated, all three heaters stopped working. The colder is gets, the less likely they are to perform. Not a selling point for any heater I am familiar with. Luckily, the woodstove cranks and was running almost wide open so inside is far better than out.
