. . . in the tradition of the "Blood Everywhere
" title for a thread.
Mighty storm here yesterday/last night. Have never seen a storm like that inland, although I bet you folks in the praries get them. This blew in from Siberia, across the Bering Strait, and just kept coming. Winds up to 50mph (I was home by then). I live a mile off the highway on a just-two-cars-wide access road. Three trees had blown over onto the road--once was laying down, and two of them were about windshield height. I had to build up some momentum to get uphill through snowdrifts, and just when I had my speed up, WHACK!--smacked into the top of what had been a standing dead poplar but was no more. Fortunately, I wasn't going that fast, and my old beater didn't show any wear and tear for it.
And yes, my first thought was: FIREWOOD! and my second was "but I don't have a saw, and I need to get off the road here."
A project for another day or another scrounger.
The ridge of my house is a little higher than the ridge I live along--we're tucked just under the south side. Could not believe the way that the wind was roaring--it was at shout-to-be-heard-above-it volume. The trees were whipping unbelievably. Left my porch light on in case any other travelers failed to make it up the hill all the way.
If I never needed that stovepipe damper another night, it paid its way last night. When I had it open, I could hear the wind roaring over the stovepipe above. Temps are supposed to drop today and stay cold (-20 or so) until the end of the week. This week opened up with an 18 inch drop of snow over the weekend and ended with a storm like this. What a week! So glad I have a woodstove.
" title for a thread. Mighty storm here yesterday/last night. Have never seen a storm like that inland, although I bet you folks in the praries get them. This blew in from Siberia, across the Bering Strait, and just kept coming. Winds up to 50mph (I was home by then). I live a mile off the highway on a just-two-cars-wide access road. Three trees had blown over onto the road--once was laying down, and two of them were about windshield height. I had to build up some momentum to get uphill through snowdrifts, and just when I had my speed up, WHACK!--smacked into the top of what had been a standing dead poplar but was no more. Fortunately, I wasn't going that fast, and my old beater didn't show any wear and tear for it.
And yes, my first thought was: FIREWOOD! and my second was "but I don't have a saw, and I need to get off the road here."
A project for another day or another scrounger.
The ridge of my house is a little higher than the ridge I live along--we're tucked just under the south side. Could not believe the way that the wind was roaring--it was at shout-to-be-heard-above-it volume. The trees were whipping unbelievably. Left my porch light on in case any other travelers failed to make it up the hill all the way.
If I never needed that stovepipe damper another night, it paid its way last night. When I had it open, I could hear the wind roaring over the stovepipe above. Temps are supposed to drop today and stay cold (-20 or so) until the end of the week. This week opened up with an 18 inch drop of snow over the weekend and ended with a storm like this. What a week! So glad I have a woodstove.
