"Thar She Blows!"

I go from one extreme to another with my posting lately.  If it's not sleep apnea, it's snow removal and my exercise trails.  I probably get more exercise from making my exercise trails than I do from actually walking on them, but hey, it all counts, right? (Unless you're my 15-mile-a-day doctor, who would strongly disagree, but who cares about her.  Is she out in her Back Eight with a snow blower--ok, you're right, she probably shovels out her exercise trails by hand.)

Anyway, on Friday night we received another four inches of snow.  Joel had gone up to Mom's Saturday morning and plowed her yard out with the tractor, but was supposed to go ice fishing, so I told him not to worry about our yard, I'd handle it.  I love to play outside.  I don't care what the weather's like, just let me go.



 

So, I started in the driveway, and no, I did NOT know Carl was photojournaling my snow removal techniques...he is such a spy with that camera.

 After a half hour spent on the driveway, I was done...hmmmm....what about my trails?

 I had to redo my trails out to the chicken coop and then decided to go out to the lane and the Back Eight and the White Forest again.  Carl took these pictures out of our kitchen window (he's not that fond of the cold weather) so you can barely see the snow flying, but I'm out there and loving every minute of it. 

Once I was done with the old Snowblower Trail, I decided to veer off in new, exciting directions...headed past the Quarry Garden on the south side...and now I'm not loving the experience quite so much, the wind was switchy and I'm inhaling snow and trying not to fall down the staircase to the pond.

Oh, that's better, the wind switched again...doesn't seem to matter what I do with the blower direction adjustment, sometimes the snow is going to get me no matter what.

 Heading to the west side of the Quarry garden. but I had to turn around and come back because there's drifts in excess of 4' tall back there, so I guess that part of the trail is a cul de sac.

Carl had to move to the bathroom for these pictures....the worst part of our house is the best view of the back yard is from our potty!

Now turning around, and coming back west and heading for the bridge.  Arghhh, more white-out conditions.

Phew, I can see again!

Abominable Karen going over the bridge.

Coming out through the Thing Garden...Carl's taking these pictures from our bedroom window.

Thar she blows again.......on the other side of the Pachyberm.

Coming up on the front of the house...now Carl is in the living room.

It was at this point I noticed my photographer.  Groan!  

Oh, well, almost to the driveway again.

Oh, how embarrassing, I still haven't taken down the Christmas decorations out front....ooooopsss....but any way, here I am back in the driveway....hmmmmmm..the trail could use a second going over.  

Same song, second verse, a little bit louder and a little bit worse.....going back from whence I came.

Poor Carl, having to run all over the house to take these pictures, at least he got some exercise, too. 

Coming back over the bridge again.

White tornado!  I'm in there yet, somewhere.  Yuck.

Trying for a breath of fresh air....phew!

Looking back, do I want to redo that part, too?  Nah.  Good enough.  Time to come in, I'm cold.

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