WAaaaahlllllllllllllll, I made a big mistake this morning. I went out to blow snow from the driveway and saw some SUN. The winds seemed down, so I asks myself why I couldn't fly alone this morning. [Rick called to ask me where to put his Twist's CG, and I asked him if he wanted to fly. Said "No! You crazy?" You know my answer.]

The mistake was coming in, going on line, and checking the wind chill. Winds are gusting UNDER 20, but wind chill is in the minus numbers. There's a difference from thinking of "cold" in your mind and SEEING the numbers, THEN thinking how monokote will explode if you drop anything, even a snowflake, on it, this weather. And those ol' yellow cheeks would just bunch up and fracture the OS's head.

Waldo, tell me again how you tie a line to the Twist so I can practice a bit, right here at the house. There's an 18 foot drop from my south-facing roof to the ground--and the wind is from the west. Oughta work, I reckon.

I'm REALLY tired of this blankety-blank weather. (We have a "winter storm watch" on until Sat night). Now, you couldn't get where I live with less than a 32 foot drive (that's 8 dog) sled and 60 pounds of down coat, pants, and boots. But if you CAN get here. Some--I say SOME-- of that fuel is yours. You know that.

This time of year I think they just take the Keweenaw off the map. I haven't even seen a snowmobiler on the trail, either. So much for THEIR passion. And I live right on the main snowmobile trail that goes from Hancock to Copper Harbor, 40 miles away.

The pic is the way it looked here our first winter, 1984, a "true" blizzard. I should have learned. Down will appreciate seeing the old 350 Chevy 4X, sitting near the road in the DRIVEWAY. See the snowshoe prints behind the truck. I had to blow all that snow OUT of the drive. Took half a day. It MAY look just like this Sunday morn.