I would probably be just as happy living life never going more than 5 miles an hour. I would miss transatlantic trips and visiting friends and relatives back east, and I would have to convince my friends here that they have to come see me, but I just don’t have a need for speed.
There’s a lot you see, too, when you go that slow. I see the moose a lot at that speed.
Here’s a little bit of my winter commute.
The view from my cab. I go slow enough, I can click and drive.
This poor tool shed has been dragged all over the property. It's amazing that it's still standing. Seriously. A testament to its solid construction by the former owner.
There should be a 40 ft. saw mill in the left of this picture. It is conceivable someone stole it. Also in this picture: the creek shed, portapotty, and the groaning awning of the camper.
The Infamous Picnic Shed. We're storing some hay in it this winter. I'm surprised the Meese haven't found that lovely salad bar.
Those lumps in the center of the picture are barrels. They had been sticking up like pawns wearing white fuzzy Russian hats like nutcrackers. But they lost the battle.
I was very happy to find the yurt brioche had divested itself of much of its snow. Michael's pretty sure the dome (center top window on the yurt) can sustain the weight.
The snow everywhere has these rivulets. I'd like to find a snowologist to better understand some of the properties of snow. I'd like to know some of the jargon, to be able to talk about the snow.
more cool pictures. I cant remember, is there a place to have a fire in or near the picnic shed? If so, we could gather there for a winter picnic, brief, but beautifully attended by all the gorgeous scenery.