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by Sunday you'll need C4 to break up the piles.......

I love it when the snow freezes - opens up the interior of the forest, you can walk in there as easy as walking across one of Joni Mitchell's parking lots -
see things not available when snow is loose or wet - makes me feel like an ATV or a spy - trouble is here we got about a foot of fresh snow on top of the old stuff so lose-lose / C4 ? O I'd love some of that shit BOOM ! Wha-Zam !

i could ship off some rosemary bushes, a little sage

As long as it's dry and will burn hot sure - how much a ton?

Is the wood dry?.....genghis khan thoughts of the steppes.....galloping singing a deep guttural song, otherworldly....,,be back....

the mingo wrote: January 13th, 2018, 11:59 am I love it when the snow freezes - opens up the interior of the forest, you can walk in there as easy as walking across one of Joni Mitchell's parking lots -
see things not available when snow is loose or wet......

Yeah, same. We've been following the snowmobiles, and as long as I've got my cleats the going's pretty easy. Then it got warm, and all that hardpack started to soften, and it was like walking in loose sand. I'm looking forward to this next freeze so we can start getting in some mileage again. During that arctic spell, we went from 4-6 miles a day down to 1 or 2 at most, and those were not pleasurable.

You're serious about that dog walk, ain't ya ? I don't go that far with the dog usually - now a bike ride is different - for that I will go miles -

It's so dark in this bar anybody would take a good after a couple of drinks.......some helluva football games yesterday for a change...Monday....Monday...can trust that day.....Mandy thinks it's dark in here too....lol....m

"It's a thousand pages
give or take a few ..." Paperback Writer - The Beatles

Morning on Tug Hill - gray skies - smell the snow on the ground, the threat of snow in the air - Cheryl says she got some snow in Tennessee - the snowpack here covers hundreds of square miles in all directions, about three and a half feet deep here but further up the Plateau twice that - you don't see many Mormons around here or Jehovah's Witnesses or Donald Trump - the chatter of the world reaches you only if you want it to - if you got up to what's called the "core area" of the Plateau you could go true hermit if you were inclined - the land lends itself to that - no roads to speak of, just forest & sky & wind

the snow clings to my back fence
forms itself into
a hundred faces

reading Han Shan recently - probably why I'm talking like this -

Mandy thinks it's dark in here too....lol....m

shoveling snow

while all one needs to do is create a passable route, it's so much more satisfying when all the edges are straight, the corners right, and the way cleared right down to the hardpack (or what's left of it after the rains we had)

long after i could declare the job done, i'm still scraping up little bits of fluff that were left behind - like sweeping a floor clean of every last bit of dust.

strange - but it pleases me

Tales of Dead Wyatt ( the beagle )

on the first day I died
I went down the back
of the ridge to the river
listened to the water
with my nose in the wind
I wondered where everyone was

the mingo wrote: January 20th, 2018, 7:57 am Tales of Dead Wyatt ( the beagle )

on the first day I died
I went down the back
of the ridge to the river
listened to the water
with my nose in the wind
I wondered where everyone was

my condolences - I long mourned for Brandy (the black lab). Anyone who says they have no souls has none themselves.

Down by the creek I'll say a prayer for Wyatt.....

listening for Wyatt
through the Eucalyptus leaves
scent of farewell

Wow - Thx folks - you're right, Sasha, ...

some new widget gadget l
brings me back here
a red notification button at the right hand corner of the index page. I was quoted here
don't know

yeah they ought to put me in the movies
I could have been another Buck Owens

I can't talk about winter to people who have never semi trucked through the mountain passes of the north west
something unifying maybe so
unified in fear and beauty

Not to write psycho babel but it was Peak.