Zac and Betty looked like ghosts. Temperature about 5 degrees, going down to 15 below later this week. Wind from 25 to 45 miles an hour. Drifts up to my waist.
Lots of profanity as I try to open gates, get motors started, clear ice from my eyes, and slog along. But, thanks be to God I haven’t had a heart attack yet, I have warm clothes, a warm house, and a warm wife to come indoors to.
It looks like at least a half a month of this, so best set my face to the wind and soldier on like our pioneer ancestors did before us. Quit being a softy!
