Busy with winter preparations and with unseasonably mild weather up until this week, I pretty much forgot about winter itself.
As initial snowmaking concentrates on the north west trails, the trails facing my backyard have been unilluminated. Last week or so, the Delaware lights were lit during the day. “Tony probably testing the lights, and making final adjustments before the season.” I thought to myself.
For the past few days, the steady low roar of the snow guns round the clock, is unmistakable.
The other night while having some soup at Chet’s Place, Brad comes by my table with a look in his eye and says “Prolly this week…”.
Jack then turns to me, “You ready?” more of a statement then a question. I think a moment, and utter a low “yeh”.
NOAA says snow and cold, some of it single digit, for the foreseeable future.
Work last nite and tonite bartending for people enjoying themselves and each at their holiday banquets. Pay some bills tomorrow. Stock up on food and supplies monday. Maybe cook some to put in the freezer.