Here are a few snapshots from around Castle Frostbite, for those of you who live in a place where you don’t get to see much of the white stuff.
The main portcullis of the Castle. See the relative lack of snow on the roof of the main building? That’s our new self-clearing miracle roof. The snow slides off all by itself. I’ve not been up on that roof once this winter—in fact, I’m under orders not to set foot on it, since it’s both unnecessary (the stuff slides right off as soon as it gets heavy enough) and dangerous (the PVC membrane turns into a Slip-N-Slide when it gets wet.)
To the right of the door you can see my little friend and helper, Mr. Sears Craftsman 9HP Two-Stage Snow Thrower.
Snow pile in front of the kitchen wall eaves. This is where the stuff slides down. I have to be careful where I park the van now—a little too close to the wall, and the ice lands right on the Grand Marnier.
That’s the area to the left of the door. The trench you see is our alternate footpath, for those times when we have to park at the bottom of the driveway due to ice. I refresh it with the snow thrower every time it snows more than an inch or so, and by mid-January, it looks like the Somme at Christmas 1916 out there.
The white pizza box on the side of the house is the antenna and receiver box for our new wireless Intertubes.
The driveway. Had it covered with hardpack a few months ago, which helps with the snowblowing (fewer large rocks to pick up), but when it gets good and icy, we have to park on the turnaround spot at the bottom, because our front-wheel drive cars can’t climb a slick 6% incline.
The view from the office window. That’s where the snow slides down on the other side of the house. The snow pile in front of the window is close to four feet tall at this point, and will grow a bit still before spring.
While we’re in the office, let me show you Transcription Corner, where I sit to transfer my longhand scribblings into Scrivener on the Mac. That’s a G4 eMac, set up for just that one job, and intentionally left without an Internet connection.
Our tertiary heating system, the wood stove in the second living room. It’s so efficient that the room is pretty much at 90 degrees whenever we have wood burning in there. As you can see here, the dogs love that stove.
I’m sure someone out there reading this lives in Upper Canadia, or some other arctic environment, and will shortly laugh at our puny buildup of snow, but it’s probably more than you folks from down south see in any five of your winters put together.