Well, it’s been another quiet week up here on the mountain, my little slice of heaven.
Rain, freezing rain, snow and a little sun have been the order of the past week. Flood waters are going down now, but the threat of flash floods is still there.
Down in town, the grass is starting to turn green, and trees are showing a few buds. But up here, there’s still quite a bit of snow around, though bare spots are starting to show around trees and on the road.
It’s spring break here and I have been taking the time to recover from the wrestling of snowmobiles around every day getting Tina up and down the mountain for work. The pickup is now parked near the spring below me, about a mile down, and we can almost get close with the snowmobiles without too much trouble, though we are still having to lug supplies a few hundred feet uphill to the machines.
A week ago this past Wednesday, the UTV was finally towed off the mountain. I had just gotten home and started a fire for the evening when two guys drove into my drive on a tracked four-wheeler. They were from a local internet company that has a tower on the south side of the mountain and they had been up to service it. They have a UTV in the same shop mine had been in and had found out from the owner of the shop that my machine needed to get off the mountain. They towed it down to the bottom of the mountain so all we had to do this morning was load it on a trailer and bring it back to the shop. I told the shop owner if they needed any help next winter getting to their tower I would be happy to help them out.
My UTV is still waiting for a new motor. The seized one was pulled out and shipped last Thursday. Hopefully, it will be up and running again soon. As the temperature warms up, pulling a sled full of supplies gets rather difficult as the snow is slushy and the weight drags the snowmobile down until it sinks and gets stuck.
The rain has kept Allen away since riding a snowmobile in this weather is not fun when one is soaked in minutes.
The moose have been moving back up as the snow melts; fresh sign and tracks have been spotted nearby. Allen came across one laying in the middle of the road the last time he came by. It didn’t want to move but changed its mind when he got closer. I’m watching one now, munching on twigs just below the cabin as I write this.
The snowshoe hares are starting to change color again, putting on their brown summer coats now. One has been living under the cabin and occasionally pokes it’s head out from under the deck, much to the delight of the cats who sit in the window and watch its every move.
Well, that’s all the news for the week. Bye for now.