25* Sunday morning at the cabin. Still snow piles from the roof. Had to leave early because the creek crossing was flooding and the water was getting dangerously close to the intake on the f350 (for me anyway-above the running boards and pushing a wave with the bumper. Plus it was in the process of washing away the two crossings upstream so the water is muddy and you cant see where the boulders have been deposited.
At least we got the snow damage to the deck repaired. First world problems.
"Back after 5 years. I thought you had died.
don"
Splitting my time between the montane and the mesas
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.