One Man's Paradise

Another cold one…

“It’s -17°F today,
almost too cold to play…

What are you going to say?
What are you going to do?”

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Fur ball

Fur ball

Even our foxes have decided to curl up and take it easy today. Clear skies, little wind, and an hour of direct sun light, equates to minus seventeen, Fahrenheit that is. Walking on the snow sounds like cutting Styrofoam for lack of a better description. The lake outlet is now frozen solid, no more visible running water… Only our faucet still produces cold clear water, a miracle.

Now it’s time to relax in front of the fire place, reflect, and write… And there will be a delicious dinner on the table tonight, no hunting or scavenging required. I have it good.