I don't spook easily and mosta my pards prolly run on the Hot side anyhow.(grin)
Trying to break trail,with the locker locked in 4-Low and floating the valves to boot and came across a guy who was hung fucking chow in his big old crummy,augered in the snow buried to his nuts. Luck of luck,that he was a firewood cutter and had about a 60' shot of 1" Samson in his bed. had to pull him out in reverse,because it was impossible for me to turn around and it was fucking near a fiasco. Glad I stumbled into him,or he'd of been spending the night and curiously enough,he was in the exact spot that I dug for better than 10 hours to get outta,a coupla years ago. A right proper Chinook would do me good.
Weather is beautiful,but wherever it's shaded,shit remains fairly well iced up. Lotsa ice backed up yet,in lotsa drainages.

This Goat Fuck is backed up fiddle string tight. I'd be curious to catch it,when it pops...might be some noise and sparks.(grin)

Shit be gone,on the sunny side of the street.

Shoulda brought my sunglasses.

Can see myself getting very stuck tomorrow,while swinging for the fence.......................(grin)