You’ve no doubt heard of Snowpocalypse in the Pacific Northwest, or more specifically, the foot of snow that fell in the urban centers of the Seattle area. It brought the city to a grinding halt during the past ten days or so. The city has no plows and didn’t want to salt or sand their roads or hills. Buses piled up, mass transit, simply wasn’t there.
Well, it’s been equally crazy up in the mountains. We’ve never seen a December like the one we’ve just experienced. Despite the great level of accessibility provided by the regular county snow plow trucks that plow and sand the Mountain Loop corridor, we had a huge dumping of snow the likes of which took everyone off their guard. At our peak, we reached three and a half feet here at the ranch before the official start of winter. Lucky for us, our tractor kept the driveways all clear during the worst of it. But as luck would have it, power outages were frequent, even if they were lasting only several hours (kudos to our PUD line workers!)
Needless to say, all our planning for festive holiday events went up in smoke. Our white elephant party? How about a blizzard warning instead. Our Christmas with family visiting from North Dakota? How about all the trains canceled. Our Amazon.com goodies shipping via UPS? All stored in a semi-truck until the weather clears so they can deliver them…not in time for Christmas. But it didn’t stop there for us. The clutch went out in the car and brought us down one vehicle for the commuters to work. Then, just yesterday, as the snow fell off everything from the thawing temps, the unexpected occurred down at our large yurt, the dome cracked in half! Yup, the weight of the wet snow caused the dome to break and when the snow fell off, it took the dome with it. So, with quick coordination, I’m off to the manufacturer tomorrow to pick up a replacement which we’ll promptly be installing on New Year’s Day. Happy New Year!