I had almost eaten all the snow off of my porch when I new supply was delivered overnight. I love snow. Mostly for the same reason I like being sick– I don’t feel like I should be doing anything besides laying by the fire and swimming in time.
I parked my truck down by my gate, so with some digging I guess I could get out, but not easily. My truck hasn’t moved in over a month. Besides a bag of onions and a few heads of garlic, I don’t have anything fresh but there is a little log cabin store a couple miles away that I snow shoe to through state land. I can also start sprouting for some fresh greens.
At my water access only cabin in British Columbia, I would get dropped off by a boat taxi and he wouldn’t come back to pick me up in a least a month, sometimes two. That is the best feeling to me—no where to go and nothing to do.
