Wow, it’s been a while.
Well I’m happy to say that the flames (and drama) you saw from my last post were doused in a downpour that brought and inch of rain in a couple of hours. At the moment, that same ridge line is looking a lot more like it should given the current time of year. If only there could be a little more crystalized water on the ranch property itself could I be properly satisfied (rain in late December? c’mon).
Let’s recap, in the past half-year I’ve done a few other things:
A week after the rains came and gave the firefighters a huge help in controlling the fire, I was out hiking in the burnt out area. It was only after I came back that I leaned there was a $5000 fine for doing so.
The next couple of months were then spent preparing for winter. As with most things, I saw the challenge to help split this entire wood pile before Old Man came for his visit. Alas, this ended up with my developing de Quervain’s Tenosinovitis, essentially an inflamed tendon that connects to my thumb that I will eventually get surgery for.
Followed by a climb to the highest peak in the Anaconda-Pintler wilderness. West Goat peak is not super impressive at 10,793 feet, but the fact that it’s summitted by probably no more than 20 people a year makes it feel that much closer to true wilderness.
After spending the night at one of the most picturesque places I’ve slept in a good while, the all day hiking expedition that followed did a wonderful number on my vertebrae as we clambered over some terrain that could have ended, how shall I put it… badly.
This didn’t stop a late summer excursion up Warren peak (second tallest in the Pintlers) in which we proceeded to get lost and had to bushwack down… again.
Then fall came with some rains and it was time for brew season.
A typical autumnal bonfire.
Our first snow of the season came late September. It would continue teasing me with it’s petty snow/rain until just about now.
A trip to DC was in order to visit some former colleagues who had moved onto more urban environments, and when temperatures hovered between 0 and -20 for a week early December, I learned that running outside was a very unpleasant experience.
For the moment it’s back to the daily grind and searching out fresh powder while I await the influx of “winterns” to the ranch.