{"id":20597,"date":"2022-01-03T14:46:37","date_gmt":"2022-01-03T21:46:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/rodbinder.com\/journal\/?p=20597"},"modified":"2022-02-13T10:49:49","modified_gmt":"2022-02-13T17:49:49","slug":"jan-3-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/rodbinder.com\/journal\/2022\/01\/03\/jan-3-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Jan 3 Snow Drift"},"content":{"rendered":"

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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.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Herman Melville<\/strong><\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

My chainsaw malfunctioned again. This time stuck running full throttle. I have no choice but to stop cutting for the day.<\/p>\n

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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.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

Pictures to follow.<\/p>\n

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3 AM fire is almost out. It is 1 degree in the fire room. I\u00a0 scraped together everything I could find in the dark to relight the fire.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

I will check it again in two hours.Only 6 days of extreme cold left<\/p>\n