Jan 3 Snow Drift January 3, 2022
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To the last, I grapple with thee; From Hell’s heart, I stab at thee; For hate’s sake, I spit my last breath at thee.

Herman Melville

That was brutal. 45 minutes of digging and cutting. I managed 5 logs, really 3 and some scraps. I would have to make do with other stuff.

My chainsaw malfunctioned again. This time stuck running full throttle. I have no choice but to stop cutting for the day.

I am taking a rest by the fire before I go out to chop. I forgot a basic rule for snowstorms with wind. Snowdrifts, big ones.

I had dragged my sled up and over many of those. Too many, by the time I got to my rest spot, I couldn’t breathe. My heart was not circulating enough blood. That I was sure of.

As soon as the ice from my beard and face was melted, I planned to go finish with chopping, so I could get an idea how short of wood I would be.

Pictures to follow.

3 AM fire is almost out. It is 1 degree in the fire room. I  scraped together everything I could find in the dark to relight the fire.

Now the propane torch won’t light. I remembered the old Bic lighter in my leather jacket. It barely lit but did enough to light the fire. Now I hope it will keep going.

I will check it again in two hours.Only 6 days of extreme cold left