We’ve been hit with another big thaw. Except for a few plugs of denser ice, like the round pried out of the rain barrel, the snow and ice disappeared from the homestead yards. When we left the homestead in the evening to go to dinner with neighbors, we expected to encounter standing water from the heavy rain, but we didn’t expect to encounter ice!
Up until yesterday, we had no ice to speak of on the entire trail, except for one bad seep above the cabin. Most of the standing ice had been covered by several inches of snow, its slickness neutralized.
However, when we arrived at the hill Aly has dubbed “‘Druther Not” (as in, “I’d ‘druther not haul a load up that!“) A straight, slanted ramp cut in the hillside, we discovered that our recent footprints had compressed and solidified into ice. Rain had made these patches perfectly smooth, and, more often than not, transparent. Continue reading
