This time of year when contemplating spending a weekend in a partially insulated non-electric camp in Vermont one spends a goodly amount of time at www.weather.com looking at 10 day forecasts. Of course the only forecast nearby is North Adams, Ma. and they are 800 ft above sea level, we are 1200 feet higher. Saturday they predicted it would start raining about four in the afternoon......okay, that would make for a pretty good exterior siding workday . If fact it did start raining at 2:00 p.m., but we got to enjoy showers of sleet starting at 7:00 a.m. We worked in between the bouncing ice balls, and quit when the 34 degree rain soaked us. Not a whole lot of progress to show. However we reached the conclusion that this year we would not be heros.
Next week we will call Wally the mountain farmer and ask if we can get the four wheel drive truck up the mountain, and if so, go pack out for the season. Chickenshits. Smart Chickenshits.
Woke up to a Sunday dawn to find the car covered with snow. Headed down to see Barak, Jenn and Baeden for a transgenerational fix and were amazed to find that Rt 2 (the Mohawk Trail) had one lane washed out from all the recent rain in two places, one on each side of Florida Mountain. The top of said mountain had at least two inchs of snow.
Ah yes, I remember weekends of walnut woodchips: sculpture as the three dimensional sister art of architecture....... love to all BSB