Dad’s Alaska

February 17, 2020

Compendium of Disaster

BLACK WATER ADVENTURES PLUS. Third time is charmed, I hope. I’ve tried two other times to recount mine and Summer’s adventures with frozen sewer lines. We, also, had and still have frozen fresh water lines. The hot water in the hand sink bath downstairs is working and as long as I leave the water heater off I can brush my teeth.

Day 1 The commode downstairs will not fill so I’m melting snow in order to supply flushing water. The shower does not work at all so we are showering at Summer’s significant other’s house, as necessary. All of the water is working in the upstairs half bath. The sewer lines are currently draining but I’m holding my breath.

Day 2 Our first indication of sewer problems was when the kitchen sink backed up. I was busy with other projects so Summer purchased 3 heat tapes. She attached one to the offending sewer line and re-insulated it. We were happy as could be that the sink drained. Little did we know at the time that a bigger problem was lurking in the sewer pipes upstream from the heat tape she had just installed.

Day 3 The upstairs commode would not drain. Since it had a history of clogging I took a plunger and a bucket of water and began plunging with great force and speed. I kept adding water as the water fell slowly during the plunging. I was sure that I was clearing the recalcitrant clog. So I got another 5 gallons of water from downstairs and then another. All the time cursing the clog and plunging mightily. After about a half hour, I surrendered. The clog had beaten me. Once downstairs, i proceeded to my bedroom which led me past the downstairs bath. The odor was stifling. I stepped into the bathroom, flipped on a light and observed, my to my horror, that the commode and the hand sink had overflowed and were filled to the brim with stinky brown solids and water. If that weren’t bad enough the bath tub had 2 inches of stinky brown solids and water in it. This is when the light bulb popped over my head and I realized that the lines under the downstairs bathroom were, also, frozen. As bad as this was there was worse on down the pike.

Day 4 I had my coffee, listened to Rush and waited for the temperature to rise above 10. About noon I crawled under the house and found that one of the heat tapes had, somehow, become unplugged. ((Just so you understand, going outside and staying outside in 10 degree weather entails putting on layers of clothing. 3-4 layers above the waist. Below the waist, insulated under garments are covered in a pair of jeans, a pair of insulated snow pants, two pairs of socks and insulated brogans. Gloves are worn to the repair site but then must be jettisoned to effect any repair. Anyway, I was elated to find that a heat tape was unplugged. Seeing this obvious problem, I did not investigate further. In the short twenty minutes of this excursion, I’d had quite enough of the fine dust kicked up by my belly crawling and simply breathing toward the ground. It gets worse. By late afternoon, I became fully aware that the unplugged heat tape was not the problem. I texted Summer to repurchase the two heat tapes she had just returned that morning. I was taking no chances.

Day 5 I am really, really aggravated. I crawl back under the house and find that the unplugged heat tape is working. I am surprised and happy at the discovery until I realize that the pipes under the downstairs bath are the culprits. I crawled out and looked at the plug in point for these tapes and find that the little lights in the plugs are lighted. Getting to these heat tapes requires a professional contortionist or someone with little sense and a high pain tolerance like myself. Under I go again, crawling about 20 feet on hands and knees then 20 feet with my face inches above the talcum powder like dust. I rip off some insulation to find cold pipes. The lights were on but no heat was being produced by either of the two tapes. I started parting the insulation so as to install a new tape. I got this part of the project done just as it was getting dark. BTW the insulation was wrapped in duct tape which proved to be very difficult to cut. Even with a freshly sharpened knife it was 20 feet of a hacking job instead of a cutting job. Exhausted, filthy and my nostrils full of dirt, I crawled the 40 feet back to the great outdoors where the temperature had dropped to 2 degrees.

Day 6 Began the same as all of the previous days i.e. coffee, Rush except it was a wait until the temp got above zero. Crawled back under the house and checked the two new heat tapes and duct taped all of the used insulation back on. There were a few bare spots but nothing a 27′ heat tape wrapped upon 10 feet of pipe couldn’t overcome. 20 feet of pipe now wrapped with heat tape and snugly tucked back into the insulation . What could be better. I was through. If I was lucky I’d never have to crawl back into that dusty, claustrophobic hell hole again.

Day 7 I ain’t even close to lucky. The pipes that should have thawed and drained overnight didn’t. I drank coffee and half listened to Rush’s show featuring the undocumented guest host, Mark Steyn. I was fuming over having to crawl back under the floor again. The temp got up to about 8 degrees and I suited up for a return engagement with the bathroom piping. The inspection found that one of the new heat tapes was not heating. Again I cut off the insulation, which by now was in shards, and removed the offending heat tape. Another belly crawl to the great outdoors and back into the warm house. All of this crawling had my outerwear filthy and for some reason i had not yet washed my outerwear. It was just disgusting to have to put them on every time. When I’d take them off, I’d step outside and shake off a pound or two of dirt and debris. Anyway, heat tape and packaging in hand, I visited my local Ulmer’s ACE Hardware in Homer, where the tape had been purchased. They refused to replace it and one of the managers told me that he’d plugged it in and it had melted the snow around it. (They couldn’t have replaced it anyway because they had none. I did want my money back.) I knew he was full of crap and left very angry. However, just in case I was wrong, I plugged it in and dropped it into a pile of snow. 14 hours later no melted snow. I, accidentally, left it plugged in for almost 3 days because with everything going on, I forgot about it. No melted snow.

Day 8 Still no flow. Drove 160 mile round trip on snowy, icy roads to Kenai and Soldatna to find another heat tape. Bought the last one that the Trust Hardware in Soldotna had and paid way too much. Home Depot and everyone else were out of stock or did not stock heat tapes. Seems we weren’t the only ones with problems. Got home at near sunset. Temp had fallen to 6 degrees from 14 earlier.

Day 9 I’m crawling back under the house with the heat tape I brought back from Soldotna. Also took new insulation with me on the entrance into sewer pipe hell. With much bleeding, cursing and contortion I got the new tape and insulation installed. Figured since I was already in hell I might as well make good use of he time and re-insulated the working heat tape. Crawled out with my fingers near frozen for the, who knows how many times in the past.

Day 10 The spice flows (a Dune reference) out of the sewage pipes. The water drains from the sink, bathtub and commode leaving a disgusting residue but empty of the foul smelling water. I cleaned the commode and the hand sink, using snow melt, so that they would be usable again. I ran a connection from the hand sink hot water line to the commode and it fills properly. This entailed a plastic line and a couple of fittings that I had on hand. No more melting snow for flushing water. Now, if I just had the fresh water running in the bath tub, I could clean up that terrible mess

Dad’s Alaska


Day 10 and the sewage still flows. Our most pressing problem now is that the water to the shower is still frozen. I’ve tried several methods over the past several day to thaw out the pipes with no luck. They are frozen inside the wall behind the tile shower enclosure. I was preparing to rip off the side of the house to get to those pipes when Summer had a better idea. Why not go on ahead and convert the upstairs 1/2 bath into a full bath by installing the tub/shower enclosure we have in the storage tent. We had intended it for the remodel of the downstairs bath but emergencies dictate actions. We began ripping out sheetrock. The sheetrock came out pretty easily and the we found that there was an electrical wire right in the middle of the new floor. Since we are planning to rewire the house this posed a minor problem for the future but for the present it had to stay connected. It was the source for the lights and fan in the bathroom. There is nothing quite like the stupid it takes to run a wire up inside a wall and then drill through 10-11 studs to get to the wall switches for the light and the fan. Oh, the nimrod who did this put a receptacle around ankle high on that wall next to the vanity. Summer had to bend at the knees in order for her hairdryer power cord to reach her head full of blonde hair. Of course, she abandoned this foolishness. The only suitable purpose for this receptacle was one of those plug in scent thingys. Worse than all of that it wasn’t a GFI receptacle as it was located next to a water source. So it was not only stupidly placed but dangerous to boot. I said ripping out the sheetrock was easy. That was because Summer did most of it. I showed up in time to rip down one large piece and help with the cleanup. A lot of small chores had been neglected during the Black Water troubles. I was able to scratch several of the off my ever present list of THINGS THAT MUST BE DONE. We finished the day loading the debris and bringing in the new bathtub and enclosure. More great news, the tub enclosure isn’t going to work because of the shape of the roof (stupid dormers) makes the ceiling too low at one end. Another problem without an obvious solution. We gave up for the day. Summer went to Dan’s for dinner and I opened a can of Hormel Chili. Yum-m-m-m

Dad’s Alaska

February 18, 2020

Day 11 and the sewer is still open. BUT the potable water source is frozen in the shower, the downstairs commode doesn’t fill, the cold water faucet in the downstairs bathroom and both hot and cold work only intermittently in the kitchen. Plus the entire water system is frozen every time I take away the diesel jet heater. Continuous action is required to keep the water flowing. The shower is likely going to be frozen until Spring. As previously stated, Summer decided that we would convert the upstairs 1/2 bath to a full bath by adding a tub/shower. It is a good idea but created a great deal of work. As described on Day 10, work ensued. Knocking down old sheetrock, moving electric, cleaning up the big mess and then bringing the new tub and shower enclosure up to the second floor.

Day 11 work required taking down the sheetrock on the ceiling below the proposed new tub. This created another massive mess. The best discovery of this effort was that there was absolutely nothing that would be in the way of installing the necessary plumbing. This is the first good news we’ve gotten since the project started. Also, this revealed a way to rewire the house with out running under the house where it is currently located. The good news was just overwhelming. I almost cried for joy. On the freezing potable water problem, I, at last, got a small electric heater that was thermostatically controlled placed in the water shed. I did not want a heater that would run constantly. Electricity is very expensive here. Now the water flows except where I previously stated that it doesn’t. A potent reminder that “you can’t have everything”. Now to get started on Day 12 with a trip to the dump.


Dad’s Alaska

January 28, 2020

Day 12 and the black water still flows. However, the potable water was still a problem. The downstairs commode still doesn’t fill and flush. The kitchen sink still does not have running water. The problems seem intractable, but I persevered. I ran a line from the hand sink in the bathroom to the supply line of the commode. At last, I have a flushing commode like normal people. The kitchen sink was a totally different problem. There is no way to bypass and get water to the sink. I decided that there must be some unseen reason for the lines to freeze. I knocked out some sheetrock in the back of my closet which is adjacent to the kitchen. This action revealed a gaping hole that was allowing sub-freezing air into the wall and freezing the pipes. I stuffed some insulation into the hole for a temporary fix and then put a hair dryer blowing onto the frozen pipes. After a couple of hours the hot water linbegan to flow. This led to emptying the full sink and loading everything into the dishwasher. ally, real plates, knives, forks and spoons are again available. No more paper plates and plastic forks, etc. Dan came over to give us some advice about our remodeling of the upstairs bathroom. The surround we purchased would not fit the space available. We packed up the surround back in the box to be returned to Home Depot. Dan is going to build a solid surface surround for the bath after we get the tub set. This will entail some plumbing, carpentry, sheetrock and electrical work. Nothing we can’t handle. It will just be time consuming rather than difficult. The rest of the day I wasted by bringing in firewood, filling Homer buckets with snow to water the ducks and geese and moving stuff out of the house and into the outbuildings. We always seem to have too much crap lying around the house. Sayonara for today.



Dad’s Alaska

February 11, 2020

Haven’t posted anything in about a week. The upstairs remodel has captured all of my time and enthusiasm. However, today. I finished the upstairs bath improvement. We now have a working bathtub/shower where there was once only a half bath. It can’t be used just yet as the people haven’t yet put in the solid surface shower enclosure. My part is done. Spent most of today running the drain line for the tub. It was aggravating as hell since I was having to deal with old copper pipe plumbing that was in the way. Not only that there was a decade or more of half assed carpentry. I’m no master carpenter but I could have done a much better job even after 6-7 vodkas. The house was built around a trapper’s cabin. They should have torn down the cabin, but didn’t. This is the reason that nothing matches. Anyway, the ordeal is over and I’m, finally, able to get back to the house leveling project. I might take a day off to veg out, Nah-h-h. Tomorrow I, again, begin my under floor adventure. In the event some of you are harboring the idea of having a summer home in Alaska, let me fill you in. Anything advertised as a cabin is really just a shed like you have in your back yard. That’s $80,000-90,000 and will have no water or electricity. A great view will likely be up a dirt road and have a view (between trees and the house below you) of Kachemak Bay or Cook Inlet or no view at all for $150,000-200,000. A real view lot (no house)where you, actually, have an unrestricted view of the water $100,000 and up. A crapass house that has an unrestricted view of the water $300,000 and up. Glacier view add $50,000. A house on top of the local mountain in Homer $500,000 to $1,000,OOO. Zac Brown has a house up there somewhere. We, on the other hand, bought a derelict, on a view lot, that had been on Zillow for 400+ days. It had no water. All of the plumbing was copper pipe and had burst. Had no electricity as the main breaker panel was lying amongst a pile of debris on the bathroom floor. Had no front door. It was completely open to the elements as it had no wall in the bathroom. Had no heat of any sort. It had no kitchen. To put in perspective it was no more than a shell of a house. In many ways it has changed very little from the day we arrived September 17, 2017. The outside still needs paint and the inside still needs sheetrock. In spite of these discrepancies we have made it our home. We paid less for this disaster than you might pay for a cabin (shed) on an acre or two of land. Sweat equity would be an under statement of our position. However, the value of the house when finished should be in the $350,000 plus range. Are we ever going to sell it? Not likely. We are up the hill from the Kilchers of ‘Alaska the Last Frontier’ fame. While we have moose wandering through our yard daily, we are only 15 minutes from the Safeway grocery store and any number of other retail establishments. Homer, Alaska is a quaint little town run by Lib/Prog/Socialist Eco-Wacko Democrats. They just banned plastic bags. Now you have to take your groceries to your vehicle unbagged or buy a paper bag or bring your own filthy bag from home. These people are so smart. Aside from that it reminds me of Fairhope, Alabama sans Southern charm or manners. This place is a lot like Hawaii. Bring cash, spend it, then go home. It takes ten years of full time residency before you are considered local and the depending on where you originate it might take longer. I will say, that if you have the means to buy yourself a modest place ($150,000-200,000) in the Homer area, that it is a very pleasant place to spend your summer. There is boating, fishing, shopping, historical crap and just hanging out to be done at the extreme. Anchorage is just a short plane ride away with every known retail outlet that you can imagine and a bunch of historical crap to be seen. In other words, it is a pleasant and relaxing place to spend your summer. Do everything or do nothing. It’s all the same.

In retrospect, had I known the problems that we faced in relocating to Alaska, I might not have come. It has been ten times the work that I had envisioned and frustrating beyond belief. The local construction people simply want to bend you over and drive you home sans Vasoline. OR they won’t return you call no matter how many times you leave a message on their service. Getting any kind of work done is almost impossible and it isn’t about the money. It seems that most of them simply don’t really give a damn. The ones that do show up quote prices that are, at best, from fantasy land or they’re giving you the “I don’t want this ****ing job price”. That is the reason that Summer and I are still trying to get most of the work done ourselves. One guy wanted $30,000 to lower the house. While it is labor intensive, I suspect that three or four guys could have done the job in less than one work week. Call it 160 hours of labor divided into $30,000 and you’re paying $187.50 per hour. The top labor rate up here is around $20 per hour. Didn’t seem like a good deal to me. I keep trying to explain to people that I’m, crazy, not stupid. Last winter, I asked a guy to sand our road out to the main road. The result was about three or four bits of gravel per square foot of road. That cost us $50. Did not do that again this winter. It’s only 100 yards or so to the main road where the borough (county) plows and sands the road. Four wheel drive gets the getting to the main road job done a helluva lot cheaper. When you are new, everyone will take advantage of you. I guess that’s the same everywhere. Well, it’s midnight here. Four am on the East Coast and I still have to load the dishwasher and make coffee. Good Night!!

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Dad’s Alaska

Somehow I lost the idea of writing in the ‘Alaska or Bust’ site. Could chalk it up to some sort of senile psychosis or absent mindedness or, maybe, just plain old too busy to work on it. Truth is I’ve been posting on my Fakebook account and failing to put it on our WordPress site. I’m going to try to find and post those in their proper order. Like Curly says, “It couldn’t hurt”.

Here in Fritz Creek, I have been leveling the house over several months. Getting the house level means being able to do the redo kitchen and install the missing sheetrock. The house is tenable but unfinished inside. The leveling has been a hit or miss proposition. Seems everything has been getting in the way of the house leveling progress. First was procuring, cutting, splitting firewood and stacking 6 cords of wood. All of this took over two weeks. During all of the wood processing we put up two tents for the firewood. Then a big tent with as storage for all of the stuff that we probably shouldn’t own or likely really don’t need. I had to put a 14’x24′ wooden deck down for this tent, to make sure out useless possessions weren’t lying in the mud or snow. This ate up over a week, if you include the tent construction. Following the construction of the tent came shelving to hold all of the stuff we don’t need and then a few more days of moving said useless items. That project finished the next impediment was nearly two weeks of rain that turned the underneath of the house into a mud pit.

The trek through the myriad of side tracks both noted and unwritten took months. The side tracks took me to places I really didn’t want to go. However, in the past several days, I have managed to get some work done in the leveling process. I moved about a half ton of concrete blocks and raised the house off the pilings. The pilings have been cut to the new level. I installed some of the jack posts to be able to lower the house to its’ new home. Need to install three more jack posts before the lowering can commence. Now only about a week from finishing the process, my blood pressure has gone crazy. It has been running above 200/100 for days. Doctor said I should refrain from heavy labor until he could get some tests and reduce the pressure. SIDETRACKED AGAIN. I am beginning to believe that the house is causing all of these sidetracks just to keep me from put it where it belongs.

The ducks, geese and a couple of chickens have been cohabiting the greenhouse. The arrangement went along pretty well for a couple of months. THEN the goose gander decided he didn’t like the drake duck. He pulled, virtually, every feather out of the poor duck’s body and left him a bleeding mess that died. A day or two later the gander attacked the rooster. I heard the racket and intervened. It appears that the gander just went stir crazy from being confined. Finally, we just opened the door and made it possible for them to go outside. This seems to have solved the ‘stir crazy’ problem as the ducks and chickens were able to go outside. It was several days before the geese decided that it was safe to go outside. The upshot is that peace in the greenhouse has been restored. At least, temporarily.

Summer had me put a couple of shelves in the house windows facing the southeast and south. She has a bunch of seeds and she spent a couple of hours putting dirt and seeds into trays. She got a late start last spring and her gardening efforts didn’t pay off. This year she is putting a lot of extra effort into the gardening, in addition to starting much earlier.

Another sidetrack was that our Pasquali tractor (built in Italy) broke an axle last fall. The factory no longer supports the tractor. I spent hours on the internet trying to find parts. The only person who seemed to sell the parts does not return calls. Then, just by the purest of accidents, I found one locally that wasn’t in running condition. Fortunately, it did have the parts I needed. THEN it started snowing and snowing and snowing until the snow was half way up the wheels on the tractor. That project now awaits the melting snow and warmer weather.

Today after three calls to the doctor’s office and three to the Imaging Department of the local hospital I was able to confirm an appointment for a scan of my kidneys. I’m not a fan of the medical industry. Mostly because they scare the crap out of me. The doctors seem to work mostly off of experience. What concerns me is that when I used to hire people for my HVAC business many of them reported having 8-10 years of work experience. The problem is that many of them had one years experience 8-10 times. I always afraid that the doctors are suffering from the same affliction.

Well, today was a bust. The wind was blowing like crazy and raining. Got pretty much done nothing. The new dishwasher arrived. This meant uninstalling the old dishwasher and installing the new. This project took all of an hour. Anyway, I’m bored silly and starting to guzzle vodka. Kidding, sort of.

Bathroom Update

As you all know, we have been trying to renovate the half bath upstairs to create a full bath due to the downs stairs shower freezing up. It has been pretty warm the last few days. It got up into the 30’s. So, the downstairs shower defrosted. We are able to shower at the house again, but not for long. It’s starting to get cold again. I’m sure that the pipes in the shower wall will freeze up again.

We got the walls, plumbing, and the tub in place. I’ve painted the sheet rock and ceiling with primer. I need to paint the ceiling with the color white I chose. Hopefully, this week we will get the hard surface shower walls installed and it will be finished.

I can’t wait to have a full bath on the same floor as my bedroom. It’s very exciting! I also need to tape and mud some sheet rock where my vanity is going and then I can prime that too. It’s going to be wonderful to get all my girlie stuff of my chest of drawers in my room and into the bathroom where it belongs.

Dan gave me a rug for my bedroom the other day! It’s awesome! It covers most of my bedroom floor. Betsy loves it because she can roll and rub all over it.

It’s pretty darn cool. I can now walk barefooted in my room! Gandie loves it too! It’s very comfortable to sleep on. Taco just doesn’t care. He likes the bed. The rug even matches my quilt that I’m still trying to finish.

This house has almost no storage space. I’m still trying to figure out where to put stuff. I think I’m probably going to get rid of more stuff. If I haven’t used it in a year it should go. I’m sick of living with stuff all over the place. Nothing has a home because there is no place for anything.

Well. That’s all I have to tell you. I got nothing else.

Here’s a picture of my winter view from my bedroom.

Cold, Water, and Bathrooms

Sorry, it’s been a while. It has been so cold the last couple months. It’s been in the single digits during the day and below zero as the lows. Because of this, we’ve been having water issues. It started with forgetting to put heat tape on the pipe that goes to the septic. It froze. Which came as a big surprise when the sewage starting backing up into the downstairs bathtub, sink, toilet, and the kitchen sink. YUCK!

I crawled under the house and found the problem. I added heat tape to the pipe and re-insulated it. In a few hours the kitchen sink drained, only to find out that the water to the kitchen had frozen (face smack). Turns out all of the water pipes were completely frozen. NO WATER!!!

There was still a frozen spot of sewage pipe blocking the bathroom drainage. Dad went under and discovered that some of the heat tape had failed. So, Dad had to replace them and re-insulate the pipe. Unfortunately, one of the new heat tapes was not working. Dad had to return it. Turns out it was not just us having problems with their water. It hasn’t been this cold in a long time and it caught everyone off guard. All of a sudden, all the heat tape in town had been bought out. Dad had to drive to Kenai to find more heat tape. He found one. The last one in this little city. We were thankful to get the one.

Dad installed the new heat tape and it started to finally defrost the sewage pipe. This might seem to be a short story of our fight with water, but this was a month of fighting the frozen water and sewage.

You are probably wondering how were we showering and more importantly how were we going to the bathroom! Well, men are lucky to be able to pee where ever they want. Women not so lucky. I had a bucket. Nothing like living in the 17th century with a wash basin and pitcher. We melted snow on the wood stove to use for various things like washing hands, dishes, and we filtered the water for coffee, tooth brushing, etc. We also watered the geese and ducks with the water as well. Thank goodness we had power.

I am so lucky that I have a boyfriend that is so understanding and thoughtful. Dad and I have been showering at Dan’s house to this day and I had also been using his toilet for my “morning constitutional”. Tonight we will be going to Dan’s for our showers. He lives close and I am so grateful for the use of his bathroom and it’s always nice to spend time with him.

We have got some of the pipes defrosted and the upstairs bathroom works as well as the sink. But still no shower. A week and a half ago Dad and I were standing in the kitchen discussing this frustrating predicament we are in. I had a great idea! Screw the downstairs bathroom! We can revisit it in the spring after breakup. We have everything we need to go ahead and renovate the upstairs half bath and create a full bath. Let’s just make a new bathroom.

Dad thought it was a great idea, of course. So, the last week and a half we’ve been knocking down walls, plumbing, running new power and ordering hard surface panels for the shower enclosure. Since the bathroom is now in a dormer. The bathroom is taking over one small bedroom that is really too small for anything but storage. Now there will be a bath, a vanity for all my girly stuff with plenty of electrical outlets. It’s going to be wonderful!

Yesterday while I was at work, Dad finished the plumbing and installed the sheet rock. We are so close to having a new shower. All we will have to do is wait for the shower panels to be installed by Dan. It’s going to be so nice to be able to shower in my own home. No more dragging my toiletries and clothing to Dan’s for my shower. I can’t wait!

During all this water mess, before the heat tape trip, I was getting ready to go to Kenai with Dad for a few things and I sat on my little bench that decided to give way and I fell through it. Nails dug into my butt and left a long gash with lots of bruising and bleeding. This sucked because we were about to drive an hour and a half on bumpy icy roads. Sitting hurt!

I was so mad at the bench I was threatening to burn it in the wood stove. He said he could fix it, so I brought it to him. He said it would be easier to make a new one. And that is just what he did. It’s beautiful, functional, and sturdy. I bought nice foam for it and covered the cushion with what I had. I think the printed fabric doesn’t do it justice. And so, I got revenge on my old bench by smashing it up and throwing it into the fire.

These past few months have been so cold. I walk dogs for a living so no matter what the weather is doing I’m out there braving it with a group of dogs. I got to experience for the first time being frosty. My hair, eye lashes, and face mask were all frozen. It was pretty cool! Good thing I have great gear!

And so, I think I’ve caught you up on what’s been happening. So I will leave you with two toasty dogs looking out into the frozen landscape at my house. Thanks for reading!