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Thomass Starkey Hills winter orienteering
So... here is how my Thomass race went. Heavy, wet snow started falling yesterday afternoon, with occasional ice pellets. Our power went out during the night and is still out 14 hours later, which also means no running water out here in the boonies. This morning we had 25 cm of the white stuff and it was still coming down lightly, but I wanted to go orienteering. Bent, however, did not! But he heroically melted snow to make coffee on our propane stovetop for me, then managed to get the automatic garage door open without electricity.
A tree in our front yard, about 25 cm in diameter, had split vertically all the way down its trunk, and its branches were blocking part of the driveway. I had to bushwhack through it in my car as I shot out of the garage into the deep snow, trying to keep up some momentum. Our driveway is 125 m long, and I got stuck for the first time ever in a Subaru Outback as I did my turn-around. Got out and kicked down the heavy snow around all the wheels until I was able to move again, then when I made it to the end of the driveway, the snowplow had blocked it with a 1 m high snowdrift, heavy as concrete. Ran back to the house to grab a snow shovel, then dug out the minimum necessary opening in the drift, then took a run at it to get to the road. Made it. Phew.
Only one side of the road was driveable, so I stayed in the tire tracks, approaching hilltops carefully in case another car was approaching in the same tire tracks. Just before I reached the main road, a huge fallen tree blocked my way, and I had to backtrack and take a longer route around on deep snow-covered country roads. Finally got to an intersection where the road had improved to half-snow, half-pavement - still not great, and the snow was still falling.
At this point, I realized that I would be annoyed if Bent chose to drive more than an hour to an athletic event in this sort of weather, so it was rather hypocritical of me to keep going. I checked the clock and realized that given how long it had taken me to get to this point, I was going to be cutting it close to reach the race on time. And then I glanced below the clock into the passenger footwell where my running shoes SHOULD have been - and, well... the decision was easy after that. It was totally clear that I was not meant to do this race!! I turned around and slipped and slid all the way back home. I hear it was a fun event. :-(
XC Skiing (Classic) 1:00:00 [1]
Skiing with Bent and the pooches around Palgrave West. Between fallen trees and sagging bushes in the deep snow, it was like bushwhacking on skis, even though we stuck to very wide trails. Beautiful scenery, but hard to get any speed up. ThunderDog and BulletDog had a fantastic time, which made it all worth it.