situation: muddy.


We’ve had an uncharacteristically warm winter here in Upper Cryogenica. There was a surprise early snowstorm in October, and then…pretty much nothing. A few minor storms kept refreshing the snow layer in the backyard and maintaining it at sledding levels, but we totally missed out on the regular northern New England rock-‘em-sock-‘em, six-inches-of-snow-every-day-for-two-weeks type of storms.

It’s mid-March right now, and the snow has been melting for weeks. This is what the Castle looks like at present:


And the grounds in front of the portcullis:


And our road, being a dirt road, looks like this right now.


The town road crews are valiantly leveling the road and pouring gravel into the worst spots, but it’s warm, the glop is deep, and every time something heavier than a Smart Car drives down the road, there are ruts in it again deep enough to lose a herd of cattle in.

Robin’s Forester has been braving the mud heroically. (It’s about a mile to the nearest pavement.) My Grand Caravan has not yet had to face that challenge, but this afternoon, I have to spend my Dadcation over at the car place to get the leak in the AC system fixed. If you don’t hear from me again, send out some Navy Seahawks with dipping sonar.


3 thoughts on “situation: muddy.

  1. Fred2 says:

    Remember keep your speed up so that momentum can carry you, but not so fast you slip off the road.

    Also a small axes/machete is very useful to cut branches to feed under the wheels.

  2. Cormac says:

    Those sonar buoys are next to useless…
    The noise woke me up on more than one occasion, loud enough to disrupt normal conversation, but they never seemed to know where we were.

  3. Cormac says:

    So, if you sink, you’re in trouble.

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