2/21/2024: Off and Running, We Hope 🤞

The plan is for Alan and I and the dogs to head out on Friday for points unknown, but ultimately south and west and warm and dry. It depends on if the road freezes and if Pippin has been plowed out. The camper is sitting at the back of the storage lot, surrounded by a field of snow. According to a few folks from the Dulce area, this is the warmest winter ever recorded here, and as a result, the usual mud season started in mid-January instead of early March, and continues still. We probably should have left weeks ago! The creek started running yesterday, which is a sure sign of future flash floods in the making. On the plus side, maybe it will be over by March, instead of mid-April, as is usual.

What passes for a County Road in these parts
Three Happy Doggies with their bones

We are still dogsitting Mira, a wonderful, sweet lady who gets along amazingly well with both Clair and Zane, even to sharing bones (mostly….sometimes Zane gets a little testy). She will be staying with another friend when we leave while her mom continues to recuperate.

The last storm, right before Alan got home, dropped 16″ of snow in 4 hours. I’ve never seen anything like it: a full-on blizzard that came and went in a flash and left a winter wonderland behind. Much nicer than mud, but short-lived.

Snowshoeing in the ice fog
Frosty morning after the storm
Omi Mementos

Right after the storm, Alan got home from a productive and fun 10-day stay in Denver, bringing a few mementos from his mom’s home which we have hung on our bedroom wall: “the Angel Corner.” The pups and I were very glad to see him and we immediately started poring over maps and planning this road trip. We decided to stop all house improvement projects until we get home in 6-8 weeks.

I have a list of places we’ve never visited and hope to see. It’s a bit scattered, and I doubt we will make half of them, but a girl’s gotta dream.🌞

One of my lists of places to go. They are all over the map!
Alan got home and the temp has climbed to 60 degrees

I created a temporary window seat, and ended up loving it so much that when we get home, building a permanent bench and real cushion will be one of the first things I do. I can sit here and read, have a London Fog, and watch the birds. Perfect!

Window Seat pilot project

Packing for a long road trip is always a challenge. We hate shopping, and eat nearly 100% organic, which limits our options, so we try to bring as much food stuff as will fit in a 14′ camper. Also tools, dog food, backpack gear, etc. In an effort to save a little space, we bought a quieter and much smaller generator and are taking less camping equipment. We don’t use the generator often, just when there’s several cloudy days in a row or need to use something that takes more power than our small solar array allows, but it is a nice luxury.

We DO hope to backpack a bit, maybe on the Arizona Trail again. Both Alan and I are feeling strong and all our various aches and pains seem to be in retreat. We will start by taking long daily hikes, with our packs holding more and more stuff until we feel confident we can carry 25# for 8 miles. Again: 🤞.

My new favorite patch from a small company called “Retrograde”: check him out: https://retrogradesupplyco.com/collections/patches

We will have our Starlink set-up with us, so I’ll be continuing to teach from on the road and will probably write a few blogs. At home, I have a couple of field/security cams set up and they seem to be operating perfectly. We’ll watch elk cavorting in our yard! Alan and I will also continue to watch The Great British Baking Show, which we are binging on with great pleasure.

2/9/2024: 8″ of powder on 4″ of slush on 2″ of ice on 4+” of mud: it’s a beautiful day.

Atmospheric River (courtesy of NOAA

There’s no doubt that the moisture plume (the name I know it by) (aka Atmospheric River) has made it’s way from the coast to northern New Mexico. Combined with continued warmer-than-normal temps, 4 Fords has seen some unusual weather for February, making the road impassable and the rocks up on the cliffs slip and tumble. The days and nights are a parade of rain, sleet, hail, snow, high winds, thunder and lightning, followed by a few minutes of brilliant sunshine to light it all up, then disappear back into the gloom. And more is coming.

The above title doesn’t do justice to the general yuckiness. With Alan in Denver, I am here alone with 3 bored dogs (one belongs to a friend) and a serious case of cabin-fever. I try to get them out for a good hike every day, but, even with microspikes or snowshoes, there is no way to avoid sinking into the underlying mud that refuses to freeze. Even the pups get tired of it and end up wanting to go back indoors to warm up by the fire.

Taking a walk with doggies (believe me, there’s mud hiding under that pretty snow)

On the other hand, the canyon has been exceptionally pretty when the sun does emerge, with the daily fresh snowfall and the trees coated in ice. I hear elk, coyotes and birds all over. There’s a fox who yips every evening, although I have yet to see her. There have been a couple of small rock falls that echo through the canyon for a minute or more. The mountain lion I posted about in the last blog is still around, although not nearby. We just see his tracks and keep a close eye out.

In the morning, I scrape off the arrays to keep the power going. It’s a chore I actually enjoy because it gives immediate satisfaction:

Before
Before (0.0 kW)
After
After: 3.3 kW and at 8am!

Here’s a quick video of me clearing the snow when it’s wet and heavy. It actually takes about 5 minutes. (Much easier when it’s powder.) And of course, there are 2 smaller arrays to also clear.

Clearing the array

Other daily winter chores include moving and chopping firewood, another activity I really enjoy, and have for over 50 years. I don’t do any shoveling, which is good because I hate it. The way this place is set up, it’s just not necessary. I feed the birds every few days and take out the compost.

Every morning Clair, Zane and I visit Catoo, who lives in an insulated cathouse inside the greenhouse during the winter. She is about 16 years old (we have been told: she came with the ranch), but is very healthy and happy. She says hi to us with purrs, gets some pets, and touches noses with the pups, but is mostly interested in food. At night she hunts, as you can see from our wildlife cam. She gets quite chubby in the winter, but slims down in the summer. On sunny days, the greenhouse reaches 70 degrees even if it’s only 30 outside.

Catoo, she’s just been rolling in he dirt of the greenhouse and is looking a bit scruffy. She’s be embarrassed to see herself this dirty!
Catoo hunting

We play a lot. The dogs and I, that is. Throwing balls and sticks, chasing balls and sticks, searching for lost balls and sticks. It’s an endless game of the joys of balls and sticks!

I also just play in the snow.

Not all is work!
I took the apple from the bear🐻