Today has a balmy 12º Fahrenheit high for temperature. When it is this nippy outside we get out the heavier ski gloves. Then we add these 2 little heat packs, that are warm little angels that fit into our gloves giving us a much more comfortable experience outside as we do our chores. It doesn’t hurt to throw a few of these hand warmers and toe warmers into your car emergency kit during the winter either. Get them at Costco.com you can find them by just searching for Little Hotties Hand and Toe warmers, it is a purchase you will not regret. By the way, another really handy thing is an extra pair of dry socks in the car, You never know when you can get stuck outside in the winter, and a little warmth comes in so handy when that does happen.
You can see that the layer of snow is only a little. Thought I’d share a little bit of down-home knowledge from people who have lived through quite a few winters up here. In the Inland Northwest we clear out the walkways, then the vehicles, and let’s not forget the satellite dishes so we can still get internet and dish. Make sure the generators are fuelled up and full of fuel and cover anything needing protection from winter that is outside.
The weather station predicts that we can anticipate more cold weather for at least a week along with single-digit temperatures. Which means ICE. So, our goal is to clear out everything we can before it starts again. It is so much easier to move snow than ice. It is not balmy as we step outside. But, the cold doesn’t seem to bother us if we stay ahead of the chores.
Remember that any little inch of exposed skin in these frigid temps is a good candidate for frostbite. Believe me, frostbite is quite ugly or even gross and is massively painful. It is a sneaky bugger that acts a lot faster than you would think. Cover everything up and stay warm. For heaven’s sake, do not stay out in the cold if you are wet. Layers are absolutely miraculous. They can be removed to prevent overheating and the multiple layers will actually keep you warmer.
We got about 4″ of snow last night and it looks like a white sparkly fairyland outside this morning. It is gorgeous. It is not heavy snow like we have had in the past, but it is covering everything and will do just fine for sledding.
I put on my Santa hat and grabbed the camera going outside for pictures. Have you ever tried to get two excited dogs to stop and pose for the camera?
Good luck Val, really! Hold still you two. Ha Ha!
You can tell that these two woofers love to go outside and play in the snow. Max runs everywhere in a cloud of white powder smelling all the deer tracks in the snow. He makes the whole perimeter circuit in a flash.
Hurley prefers to roll in the snow and jump up and down in front of me, as he tries to cool off from his heavy sheepdog-type curly coat.
It is nice powdery snow and we look forward to much more so we can start skiing this year.
We are in the path of the wildfire named “Nelson Creek Fire, in Elk WA”. It started downhill from us about 2 miles away on Friday afternoon burning down our neighbor’s home and garage across from the Inland Grange on Nelson road. Their propane tank blew up and the fire traveled uphill rapidly coming right at us on Casey Lane Evacuation notices type 2, were issued.
On Friday even though the fire department went into immediate action to contain it by using multiple county crews, trucks, water trucks, helicopters, prop planes, and even a jet plane. It got right up to our next door neighbors property perimeter requiring retardant on the west and northwest adjoining neighbors properties. Friday was thick smoke and lots of air traffic directly over our home. Check out how close to the trees those pilots fly WOW!
We got a surprise visit from Jake at State Farm, really, Jim and John I think because we have State Farm house insurance. They drove in working with the fire crews to assess fire preparedness. We evidently passed and they advised us to start sprinkling water around the house to deter embers from igniting. Then, immediately the electricity goes out, so we run generators to put water around.
Saturday some of the smoke was clearing, There are still crews working the fire and hot spots still being put out. The air and ground teams were still hard at it. These pilots carrying water drops and retardent drops are so very gutsy and professional.
The jet, prop plane and multiple helicopters just barely cleared our hilltop coming over the top of our house and on to the neighbors next door.
Sunday less crews trucks planes and helicopters. Pete drove out to get our mail and saw our neighbors had their yards burnt and one even lost a truck that was parked in his yard.
We were all lucky that none of us were hurt and we didn’t loose our homes. We are going to have a lot of cleanup to do.
Fun with dogs & sprinklers. We have discovered an entertaining sprinkler fascination for one of our dogs. Max goes crazy playing with any sprinkler as he takes off running, jumping, and trying to snatch droplets out of the sky. Here is his serious face as he notices that I have the sprinkler ready to spray in my hand.
Of our two children in retirement, “Max” is our tri-color guy who is a running child, and the more sedentary redhead is “Hurley” who is more elderly. Hurley likes to sit in pools of water or mud instead of chasing a sprinkler around. Hurley sits in the background watching as Max sprints to catch the water.
Max loves to play in the water and we love to be able to enjoy this with him.
Hearing a, “Gobble, gobble, gobble,” I glance out the window and guess what I saw. A collection of strutting wild turkeys cruising around the burn pile right by the garden. Now, I am going to have to apologize to the dogs for accusing them of getting into our burn pile and making a mess. When I was scolding them yesterday they both looked at me like, “It wasn’t me!” and I didn’t believe them. This is total proof of who the real culprits are in the video.
As long as they stay outside of the garden, I don’t mind them foraging. But, when they cross that line and eat the centers out of all my tomatoes, they then become “fair game”. Literally! Turkey dinner, fair game.
Hot dogs and smores at 8º Fahrenheit. We bundled up and went outside to enjoy hot dogs and smores by the fire. Brrrr! Grandparents and Grandkids were on a mission to enjoy this country day together even though we may turn into icicles ourselves.
Notice our handy dandy extendible camping forks. Only Grandparents have stuff like this! First, we brown our hotdogs in the fire, then eat them with ketchup. Grandpa was our ketchup dispenser boss. Yummm. The dogs stood on the side watching. They were certain that we were doing it wrong because they were not getting any. Especially, the hot dogs but honestly they wanted the marshmellows too.
Next, we switch to the fine art of making smores. Putting perfectly browned marshmallows between graham crackers with chocolate is so yummy. Smores! So, now we have sticky cold fingers, but we continue to make more marshmallows.
Unfortunately, with the temp so doggone cold our fun time is cut-short. Which, is probably a good thing. It saved us from a terrible sugar overdose, well not really. It is just a fact of life that you gotta stop when your fingertips go totally numb. Right? Or maybe it is when your brain is in a constant state of confusion from an overload of sugar and you can’t find your way back to the house. Dorothy, we are not in Kansas anymore.
Today was a bluebird ski day up on the mountain at 49º North Ski Resort in Chewelah Washington USA. The sky was ultra blue and the conditions great, with a new layer of about 10″ of fluff to play on. Any questions?
The world’s best ski buddy, my husband Pete, took this photograph at the top by chairs #1 & #5. In the second photograph, the colors are so vibrant with scenery that almost looks too perfect going off into the distance.
Pete truly has a great eye for taking pictures. I love the way the shadows in this picture are adding intriguing shapes to the composition. Also, I am marveling at the amount of color on this winter day. The whole day was just absolutely beautiful, outside, in the Inland Northwest. Honestly, skiing is like experiencing heaven here on earth.
An unidentified flying object landed on our deck this summer in the form of a giant brown moth.
Do you know what he is?
Does anyone know what kind of Big Brown Moth this is? It landed on the back of our deck chair during the summer and it was almost as big as the hummingbirds flitting around. He was about the size of my palm and half of the fingers on my hand. Really big! He just sat there flexing his wings and it was great to notice all the color on his wings. He is not just brown.
I apologize for the background noises, hummingbirds, chirping birds, and the dog walking across the deck. If you recognize what he is please drop me a comment so the mystery can be solved.
Long ago my baby-time ski hill was Arapahoe Basin or “A-Basin” in Dillon, Colorado. Isn’t it beautiful in the Fall? “A-Basin” is where I learned to fall and get up, then turn and finally ski like a bandit. Time spent on this hill with my Dad and family created lots of fun memories in my heart. I remember a one-armed lift operator there which I realize is a strange childhood memory.
I am so utterly grateful that my folks did what it took to allow me to learn this wonderful sport. Because the mountains are still my favorite place during any season. Truthfully, the possibility of skiing makes me look forward to snow arriving every winter.
I recently discovered an added caveat while having some extensive heart and vascular repair surgery. The doctors commented on the unexpected strength and size of my heart muscle. Well, while standing at the base of “A” Basin the sign says 10,000-foot elevation. No wonder my heart muscle grew so big and strong. I spent my winters above 10,000 quite a bit of the time skiing my heart into shape. Wow. Skiing may be what saved my life this year, along with a great team of doctors. Just saying.