Traction on the ice.
Thursday, March 22nd, 2007Down by my gate is a glacier that my truck couldn’t get through without chains. I didn’t want to put chains on so I left my truck down at the gate and walked up to my cabin. Today I took buckets of ashes down to my gate and sprinkled them all over the ice. Now my truck is up at my cabin.
The buttercups have started to bloom at my cabin. They are the first flower in a parade of wildflowers that bloom here.