THE PLACE IS A MADHOUSE
Well I got blown in by a pretty strong storm and the old Subaru did yeoman service along the way. (Why is it that all restaurants have ‘chirpy’ middle-aged women peddling sour coffee and stale pie?) The trip – though long – was uneventful, until I climbed the Ashton Hill. The snow was swirling and the wind was pushing the car noticeably.
The wind was blowing hard on “Henry’s Lake Flats” and the drifts were building rapidly. As I reached the end of the flats I saw some flashing lights ahead. I slowed down to a crawl and then discovered that they were closing the gate and I was the last car through.
The car has one problem that is in desperate need of a fix – the rear wheel wells fill up with snow and pack against the tires. It’s not good for the car or the tires or the gas mileage. Let’s hope that they fix it – it’s the same on all of these models. Maybe I’ll get a Forrester next time.
There are enclosed “toy trailers” parked all over town. The driveways are blocked by the unthinking and uncaring visitors. The streets are well packed with snow, as required by ordinance and the snowmobiles are roaring up both sides in both directions. I learned that there have been two deaths by avalanche and two by collision, while I was gone.
I stopped at the P.O. Box first. The mail looks to be a frightful pile of junk – I’ll get it sorted tomorrow and pay the bills. I’ve got to get the house in order for the “gathering” and dinner. Then to the boxes and check the data, then to Mammoth, then to Satan’s Nostrils.
Hunter #2 should have all it’s pieces in a pile and some decisions on cartridge length, bullet, etc. will need to be made. I’m rambling but it helps with the planning. Then too, there’s the routine to return to – run, work, eat, sleep: run, work, eat, sleep.
Speaking of which, I need about a week’s worth of sleep. I need to unpack and organize. I also need to get up-to-date before I go to Boise. And I’m starved. Then to Bozeman for some wardrobe adjustments. More to come – sleep beckons.