Insulatoring in the Snow. Wheehee!

It was still dark when I got up this morning and it was rather cold for this time of year. There was a new covering of snow though not so much, only about 2 inches, and it was a light fluffy type of snow.  And it was clear, the stars were still shining brightly.  And it was cold.  But at least there was no wind, so the day shouldn’t be too bad.  I could hardly believe we would be going out on a day like this.  Even harder to believe that I would agree to such a thing, a brief lapse in sanity I suppose.  But it was what it was, and it certainly was cold.  Or did I mention that already?  Hmm, the fire was crackling nicely in the antique cook stove in the kitchen.  Sounded so nice.  Felt even nicer.  Maybe we should wait for a warmer day, I suggested.  Nonsense, it’s a perfect day, said dad.  Not too cold, no wind, and that pond should be nicely frozen by now, he continued.  If the pond is frozen so well, how do we get at the insulators?, I asked.  Those cross arms were sticking up high enough that we should be able to pull them out quite easily, said dad.  And, of course, I will bring the axe just in case we need to chop a bit of ice, he added.  With us standing on that same ice?, I asked again.  Nothing to worry about, said dad.  Odd.  Whenever I said something like that, dad always said it made him worry even more.  Oh well, at least we were warm when we left.  And it was now light, though the sun had not yet risen.  It did look like a nice day.  It would have looked even nicer from indoors by that roaring fire and drinking a nice hot cup of COFFEE.  Sigh.  We had a bit of a drive to get to this fantastic spot, which is why we left so early.  Of course the little road we wanted to go on had not been plowed since winter arrived and the snow was just too deep to drive through, so… Oh well, a little extra walking isn’t so bad.  The snow had drifted on that first part of the road so it was a bit more than knee deep, not exactly easy walking.  Dad went first on this part since he was the bigger of the two of us.  Snowshoes would have been easier for this part, I said.  Actually, I had mentioned this before we left home.  Forget it, said dad, this isn’t so bad and it will get better soon.  Right, I thought.  Dad was remembering the last time out on snowshoes.  He didn’t fare so well and ended up tripping because he stepped on one of the snowshoes and found himself face down in the snow.  And he couldn’t get up.  It was one of those moments I wish I had a camera with me.  Poor dad.  I just stood there laughing so hard I could barely stand up.  And trying to help dad get up just made things so much more humorous.  Strangely, dad couldn’t see the humor in it at all. BONEHEAD!, was all he could say.  Several times in fact.  Very odd that he could be enjoying himself and yet not laugh about it.  Oh well.  Anyway, once we made it to the trees the snow was not so deep so walking was much easier, and faster.  Finally, after what seemed like hours, we made it to the pond along the railway tracks.  Hmm, looks smaller now for some reason.  And there they were, sticking out of the ice and snow, three groups of crossarms, and full of insulators in a rainbow of colors!  Well, okay, various shades of green and aqua.  But it’s what may lay hidden under the ice that makes it more interesting.  You go out first, said dad.  Me?!  Why me?  Because you’re the lightest, said dad, and I went first through all that deep snow.  Naturally.  I knew there had to be a reason why he volunteered to go first through the snow.  So…out I went.  Slowly.  Carefully. And cowardly.  Sigh.  I made it to the first group of crossarms.  It was easy to remove the insulators, but they were frozen solidly into the ice.  Can’t budge them, I called back.  Lean right against them and push with your whole body, yelled dad.  Sure.  Easy for him to say from the safety of dry land.  They still wouldn’t move.  Still can’t budge them, I called back again.  Dad just shook his head and started out across the ice.  Suddenly there was a very loud crack!  Dad and I both froze.  He was only about 4 feet from me by this time.  This was not looking good.  It is dark.  And there is some light snow falling.  I should go check and see if my newspaper has arrived yet.  It’s late again this week.  Not to worry, I will finish this story next week.  Providing my computer is still working.  Definitely having some problems today.  Sigh.  I will also be adding some new pics to my gallery tomorrow.  So please check them out.  Strange things happen to me sometimes, but that will have to wait for another time, my computer is acting up again and I want to finish this while I can.  Enjoy your weekend and God bless!

Steve and Muffin (who is sleeping and snoring at the moment).

One Comment on “Insulatoring in the Snow. Wheehee!

  1. If I was on that excursion I would have flipped out on hearing a crack in the ice…actually, I would not have gone on any kind of ice formation ! Scary indeed !


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