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which_chick) wrote2019-01-20 03:09 pm
which_chick) wrote2019-01-20 03:09 pm
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The digging out...
Up and out the door at 7:30. Not terribly cold. 4" of sloppy wet snow, truck had difficulty getting to the lodge. The plow truck is not going to be able to push this. Dozer it is.
Dozer would not start, hot terminal on battery loose again. (Terminal is not round. Battery cable clamp really wants terminal to be more-round. Dozer batteries are like $120 a pop so we limp along with a non-round battery terminal.) Tightened up clamp. Fired up diesel pickup, used The Good Jumper Cables to hook to dozer. Waited an hour. Removed mushroom, applied a shot of ether, fired up dozer. Good dozer.
Plowed road out and back, including plow roll at 30, which PennDot had helpfully left for me to deal with. (They only do this until I plow out the road -- then they don't plow it shut again.) It looks like this only for two hours instead of about twenty seconds. Also, I wear a headset b/c of the noise. Dozer is very loud.
Parked dozer in shed on Super Low Idle (because if I shut it off, I might not get it started again in Five Degrees or whatever. It can run about 8 hours on Super Low Idle.) and headed in to do work sidewalks before they froze solid. It was about 10:30 by this point. (The road is two miles long and the dozer only goes about four miles an hour in plow mode. You can't really do it any faster than that.)
En route to work sidewalks, I determined that there were Summer People in the valley by way of one of them being parked in front of me when I got to Angevine's house. They'd been down at F's place with two pickups and a non-AWD car. Now, I will allow a man's got a right to visit his cabin and stuff but the weather has been doing nothing but Snowmageddon for the last three or four days and INITIAL REPORTS for our area were for 8 to 12" of snow. Who the ever loving fuck brings a two wheel drive car down a two mile dirt road that is not state-maintained IN THE MOUNTAINS IN JANUARY WHEN A HUGE STORM IS PREDICTED? And, okay, yes they're allowed to do that. But a better plan would have been to park the passenger car up under the turnpike underpass (it does not snow under the underpass) and carpool with the high-clearance, 4WD vehicles down to the cabin. Yeah you'd have to crunch in there for the ride but (a) there are no cops and (b) all ya'll are hanging out in a two bedroom cabin so presumably you know one another fairly well. Even if it snowed badly, you could totally SLIDE YOUR CAR DOWN TO THE MAIN ROAD from the turnpike underpass. But no. You brought it down into the hole. Good on yer. I kind of wonder what you plan was if we'd actually gotten the 8 to 12 that was originally predicted...
But anyway, then you didn't tell the person with the plow machinery that you were here. Had you called or texted or something, I would have swung the dozer down to your cabin and plowed you a path to the primary road in/out. It'd be like a thirty minute job for me, no biggie. I would totally have done that. But you did not.
Look, F, I am not psychic. I don't snoop on you. Your cabin is not visible from the road. I have no idea what you are doing or what you get up to. It is not my business to know. If you need plowing, you have to tell me you need plowing because you are not on the list of Things That Get Plowed by default.
But anyway. The truck parked on the road went up to the underpass and turned around. (The road is strictly one lane. There is nowhere else to pull over but the underpass. I figured Mike was the only other person here besides me. I figured wrong.) I went in and did sidewalks. They were all gone when I got back, so I guess they shoved the car out to the plowed road and got it out.
The road, which was moist and slushy when I went to do sidewalks, is currently very crunchy. I am putting on The Coveralls (if I fall over, I have to lie there until spring as I cannot rise unaided in them) and fresh socks and going out to do the road down to my Dad's house and The Other Side Of The Lake so that people can visit their cabins should they choose to do so on a MLK day that is predicted to be like five degrees or some bullshit.
Wednesday the temp is going to be in the forties. Winter is drunk. And now I have to go plow the remainder before the daylight's gone.
Late, coming home from Sunday Dinner at Laur's house, my road looks like an effing bobsled run.
Dozer would not start, hot terminal on battery loose again. (Terminal is not round. Battery cable clamp really wants terminal to be more-round. Dozer batteries are like $120 a pop so we limp along with a non-round battery terminal.) Tightened up clamp. Fired up diesel pickup, used The Good Jumper Cables to hook to dozer. Waited an hour. Removed mushroom, applied a shot of ether, fired up dozer. Good dozer.
Plowed road out and back, including plow roll at 30, which PennDot had helpfully left for me to deal with. (They only do this until I plow out the road -- then they don't plow it shut again.) It looks like this only for two hours instead of about twenty seconds. Also, I wear a headset b/c of the noise. Dozer is very loud.
Parked dozer in shed on Super Low Idle (because if I shut it off, I might not get it started again in Five Degrees or whatever. It can run about 8 hours on Super Low Idle.) and headed in to do work sidewalks before they froze solid. It was about 10:30 by this point. (The road is two miles long and the dozer only goes about four miles an hour in plow mode. You can't really do it any faster than that.)
En route to work sidewalks, I determined that there were Summer People in the valley by way of one of them being parked in front of me when I got to Angevine's house. They'd been down at F's place with two pickups and a non-AWD car. Now, I will allow a man's got a right to visit his cabin and stuff but the weather has been doing nothing but Snowmageddon for the last three or four days and INITIAL REPORTS for our area were for 8 to 12" of snow. Who the ever loving fuck brings a two wheel drive car down a two mile dirt road that is not state-maintained IN THE MOUNTAINS IN JANUARY WHEN A HUGE STORM IS PREDICTED? And, okay, yes they're allowed to do that. But a better plan would have been to park the passenger car up under the turnpike underpass (it does not snow under the underpass) and carpool with the high-clearance, 4WD vehicles down to the cabin. Yeah you'd have to crunch in there for the ride but (a) there are no cops and (b) all ya'll are hanging out in a two bedroom cabin so presumably you know one another fairly well. Even if it snowed badly, you could totally SLIDE YOUR CAR DOWN TO THE MAIN ROAD from the turnpike underpass. But no. You brought it down into the hole. Good on yer. I kind of wonder what you plan was if we'd actually gotten the 8 to 12 that was originally predicted...
But anyway, then you didn't tell the person with the plow machinery that you were here. Had you called or texted or something, I would have swung the dozer down to your cabin and plowed you a path to the primary road in/out. It'd be like a thirty minute job for me, no biggie. I would totally have done that. But you did not.
Look, F, I am not psychic. I don't snoop on you. Your cabin is not visible from the road. I have no idea what you are doing or what you get up to. It is not my business to know. If you need plowing, you have to tell me you need plowing because you are not on the list of Things That Get Plowed by default.
But anyway. The truck parked on the road went up to the underpass and turned around. (The road is strictly one lane. There is nowhere else to pull over but the underpass. I figured Mike was the only other person here besides me. I figured wrong.) I went in and did sidewalks. They were all gone when I got back, so I guess they shoved the car out to the plowed road and got it out.
The road, which was moist and slushy when I went to do sidewalks, is currently very crunchy. I am putting on The Coveralls (if I fall over, I have to lie there until spring as I cannot rise unaided in them) and fresh socks and going out to do the road down to my Dad's house and The Other Side Of The Lake so that people can visit their cabins should they choose to do so on a MLK day that is predicted to be like five degrees or some bullshit.
Wednesday the temp is going to be in the forties. Winter is drunk. And now I have to go plow the remainder before the daylight's gone.
Late, coming home from Sunday Dinner at Laur's house, my road looks like an effing bobsled run.