Always ethereal, always eclectic, I write as the mood strikes, when there intrigue reveals itself. Usually that means something controversial or adventure of some sort.

I've tried really hard to be unprovocative, but have as yet been unsuccessful.

Monday, 22 December 2008

Winter in Wisconsin. In an RV.

It's cold. Frightfully cold. The witch has come, and Narnia has entered its 100 Year Winter.

Getting to work has taken on new meaning, as I have to buy some deicer to be able to roll the window up and down. I poured boiling water on the door to be able to open it. But even before I get into the car, I take a shower with three minutes of hot water, as I step on frozen ice shards on the shower floor. And since the community washer wasn't working, the dryer wasn't able to get the soaking clothes dry, so I woke this morning to find pieces of ice had formed on my jeans that were stored in the closet.

We've now had three dumpings of snow, at 7", 11", and 7" respectively- the last two within two days of each other. And behold, everything is made new.
I looked out and saw all along the ground, fairy dust, sprinkled liberally. Sadly, try as I might, I couldn't capture it in this photo to the left.

That morning, we beheld our new world, snowed in.


For some reason, the neighbors have a tradition of plowing our private road early in the morning, even on the weekend. We were woken to a pounding, demanding our cars be moved immediately, so the entire road could be plowed. Not sure why they couldn't plow around us...

We took a drive to see the world around us, to see Wisconsin in the Winter. One of the first hurdles for a drive was finding the road.











These woods are lovely, dark, and deep- and a twenty minute walk from where we live.


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Then, the power went out. This time, it wasn't just one breaker- tripping all the breakers produced no result. There was no power. And it got cold. I spent the first part of the night huddled with a small airhole, and began to find even breathing the -18° C air intolerable. My dad spent it with a dog. After a couple hours, despite the danger, we turned on all the burners of the stove, and that made it livable. The next morning we discovered what a frozen dawn truly looks like.
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This was the dog's water dish.
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And this, what showed on the door. That would be the inside of the door.

The weather outside is indeed frightful. Inside, it's so...well, still rather frightful. But happily MG&E came by at noon the next day, to fix the problem in two seconds- their breaker had tripped on their outside pole. And the extreme weather ads a certain ambiance to the joy of the holidays.

1 comment:

mom said...

Everytime I read another missive I'm impressed--at your sheer endurance, the ongoing weather, your sense of humor. Abundance of electrical supply to you this Christmas and beyond.
Thinking of you/wishing you were here (it's warm as toast in this house...), love mom