February 8, 2011

Ice Station Atlantis

Where the hell is Algore and why didn't he tell us he was coming for a visit?

Yes, I knew that snow was forecast to begin around 11 pm tonight. I was finishing up some work on the indoor arena footing with the skidloader around 9 pm and noticed horizontal snow outside the open doorway. Funny, I didn't recall the forecast including WIND.

So my plans to mount the plow blade on my riding mower and deliver to dad's place in town before the snow hit were scuttled. Instead, just taking the trash can out to the road felt like something out of Admiral Byrd's "Alone" with the barbed wire fence serving as my lifeline to get back to the house. (Well, it wasn't really that bad since I could still see the porch light but I'm taking artistic license.)

The Atlantis Farm weather page doesn't show it but the wind chill reading dropped below zero around 10:30 and is still dropping with the thermometer (down 20 degrees in 90 minutes) while winds hold steady around 20, gusting to 30. It's exhilirating to experience these weather events in such an isolated domicile. It's definitely got a frontier feeling to it.

While I'm on my soapbox seems like a good time to tell Mr. and Mrs. Refugee that while unloading 6 cubic yards of wood shavings by hand (345 scoops of the grain shovel) and moving sand into the corners of the arena I came to the conclusion they are probably responsible for creating more actual jobs than has President Obama! (Mrs. Refugee brought her equestrian training operation to our barn for the winter months, along with a half-dozen or so horses.) But I love the work and we're glad to have them. Maybe one of these days the Refugee himself will come out for a visit!

Shameless Self Promotion Posted by JohnGalt at February 8, 2011 12:52 AM

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Posted by: jk at February 8, 2011 10:31 AM

345 scoops? You counted them?!? Dude, that's OCD...

Yes, The Refugee will come out and perhaps share some suds, but most likely after the bird season has come to a complete end. There's this pooch here that drags me out to the fields at every opportunity... it's his fault...

Posted by: Boulder Refugee at February 8, 2011 11:45 AM

I didn't count them this time, but I did once before. If I were really OC I'd make sure it takes exactly 345 scoops every time.

And I think you need a new dog - mine brings me beer.

Posted by: johngalt at February 8, 2011 1:52 PM

Yeah, I can see it now. You get to 345 and still have two scoops to go: "Oh, shit, what do I do - what do I do - Dagny!!"

My dog brings me birds, at least when I don't miss 'em. With regard to the beer thing, I'm still teaching him to read labels so that he can bring the right one.

Posted by: Boulder Refugee at February 8, 2011 2:45 PM | What do you think? [4]