I’ve been quiet here for almost 2 weeks as I try to get back to reality after our trip to Europe. It has actually been snowing for almost 6 weeks here now, almost daily recently, so moving snow takes up a fair bit of time. The title of this post comes from a story I’ve received in my email many times, but can’t find online anywhere, about how pretty the first snows are, but not so much later in the season 🙂
The first step in dealing with the snow when we got home was to get our winter gear out of the storage racks in the barn. What a surprise to see that the squirrels have already eaten their way into one of the wardrobes and taken control of the best pair of boots for winter storage of mushrooms and pine nuts! To add injury to insult, the stash is insulated with beaver fur from the collar of a beaver jacket that was hanging in there. The boots aren’t bad near the top, but rather slimy and mouldy down at the bottom 🙁
Now to get the plow mounted on the old truck. Both truck and plow have a lot of miles on them.
The frame is getting quite out of line and mounting it gets tougher every year. This may be its last year of work without doing some major work on the frame, or buying a new one. It was invaluable when I lived in Carcross, and it’s paid for itself several times over in what I saved by not having to hire anyone to plow that fairly rugged kilometer of driveway.
Once you get going, it moves a lot of snow with very little effort. Most people are surprised by how little snow we get in the Yukon in a normal year, and how incredibly light the snow is.
Once the main lines are done with the truck plow, the snowblower moves the snow in some of the berms, and some of the tighter areas, far way. That’s not a big deal early in the season, but by Spring can make a big difference.
Even with all the machinery, there are still some areas that need hand work – the stairs and deck…
… and the upper deck.
You might wonder where my huskies are through all this, since huskies love snow and would surely like to get involved in this process. My guys, not so much – this is what I went in the house to find after 3½ hours of work! zzzzzzzzz 🙂