some days, the snow is piled so high outside the ol' shack that it's impossible to go anywhere until conditions moderate significantly, and the sun finally, and almost magically, appears from behind the clouds.
today wasn't exactly one of those days, high temp was about 10 degrees farenheit and the snow insisted on continuing to precipitate earthward.
|no, this isn't actually our cozy cabin in the mountains. it does, however, represent an excellent example of the shacks that Oak Creek coal miners lived in back in the day.|
here's some local "mountain men" playing some music and singing about how they assess the current weather conditions outside. enjoy:
this is what it really looked like outside my back door when i was making a decision about what sort of ride i was going to do today:
hmmm... too much shovelling required to make an escape- go to "training plan B" was the only realistic option. hit the rollers.
after it's all over, we pull on the boots, the packs, the lead-filled snowshoes, avalanche probes & shovels, and slog it up over the pass and into town to stock up on plenty of bacon, flour, salt and hardtack before we get slammed by the next big storm coming our way.
ya have to get outside... one way or another. that's how it's done.