God what a memory.... I will never, ever forget shoveling off the barn roof with snow up to my armpits... I' 6-0... in the middle of a frikking whiteout; or dragging fence repair kits all over the 300 acre farm on a sled tied to my waist with a rope, or dragging the 150#, 1200 amp battery down to the logging skidder... or the 4 months I spent in excruciating pain because I couldn't stop moving snow despite the fact that my right SI was so inflammed it patently refused to heal... or the time the 4wd skidder was on so much ice I couldn't back it up and hand to shoehorn it into the barn aisle... with 3" on either side of the tires... to get enough speed to get over the icey spot.... or cutting the tree off our cousins fence when the wind chill was -7.... or feeding roundbales by pushing them out through the snowdrifts with a bulldozer blade...
On the plus side: Breaking trails with Clydesdales. Snow dolphining on same. Getting to drive a HUGE peice of machinery.
Ah yes. The winter from hell. Tractor practically worthless. Freshly herniated disc. Kitchen renovation in which we tried to install a flitch beam to hold up the roof during a blizzard. Tearing down a wall and discovering a hole leading to the outside. Of course, during another snowstorm with high winds and frigid temps so the house really got aired out. Cutting and hauling wood through the snow. Cooped up chickens. Cooped up dogs. Cooped up horses. Cooped up people.
Good times. And may it never happen again!!!!!!!!!!!
Brothers and sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.