Saturday, November 11, 2017
Snow and Cold
I am very glad I didn't try to replace the van's starter by myself. Friday morning I woke up to a blanket of snow, temperatures in the teens, and forty mile per hour winds. Nearly froze to death helping the tow truck guy load the van.
We suddenly went from summer to winter. My lovely wife is cooking soups on the woodstove. The wind's supposed to increase tonight and temperatures are going to drop into the single digits. That's not wind chill, that's the actual temperature. With wind chill the temperature is “Oh God why have you forsaken us?”
The bad news is that with the van out of commission, I couldn't pull the sailboat out of the water. Next week they predict it's going to be warmer. Should have the van back by then. If I don't my daughter has offered her pickup truck. One way of the other it's coming out soon.
I was pretty busy digging a trench for my water line so less critical projects got pushed back. If I hadn't buried my supply line it would have been frozen by now. I have my fingers crossed that the frost won't go too deep before we leave in January. The snow should melt next week. I've got some salvaged insulation that I'll put over the line and throw some more dirt on top.
During the cold months we tend to gravitate towards the kitchen woodstove. My lovely wife and I move our laptops to the kitchen table and keep the kettle on all day. If we were to spend the whole winter here it would be tempting to move a bed downstairs and shut the top floors of the house. However, it's more fun to spend the winter traveling to warmer places.