Boza and I woke at 4 a.m. and found the world had gotten even colder than it was when we went to bed. It looks to be dropping even more and the air is seriously crisp this morning. I was tired from my trip that lasted almost six hours yesterday. And this morning, I am slightly sore, but a very happy grouchy bear. Damn the coffee is good this morning…
Here is my trip…
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- Across the lake…
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- Snowshoeing meter deep snow…
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- This is all they plowed. Standing on main road…
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- Bus stop…
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- Village from bus stop…
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- Main highway…
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- Hey it is Lenin…
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- Saturday is slowest day…. Mainstreet.
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- Smart cat at store!
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- Three new ambulances…
They did not finish plowing the side road until after I was back. I really thought I had it made and it struck me as interesting at how my life always is; The road was only plowed about 50 meters. That is it, must have been a breakdown? Or tea break for a day or so… 😉
It is plowed now, but I had to walk a hundred meters in meter deep snow and found the tractor tracks of a wandering tractor. I will not make assumptions, but if I had to say what happened! Looks like the guy went ice fishing and decided a two day job is better than a one day job. The tractor looked as if the driver was feeling no pain and the tracks weaved all over the place and thus, I followed the next best thing to a plowed road…
I found either side of my road plowed, but nothing in the middle… Strange it was, until I figured out what happened…
Trees in the back ground are what I had to trudge over to…
When I started the rough part! I found this above image, but the tracks leading to it had filled in with blowing snow. It was these tracks that I stumbled around on and got to the best set of tractor tracks to stumble my way out. I figured out finally that whoever started to plow from the main road, gave up, drove through the trees and fields, then after ice fishing (found foot tracks to the river,) tried to get excited about doing his job, gave up again, and since it snowed like crazy and the wind blew like crazy. I had only an isolated spot to prove the guy even tried to plow…
I was not expecting anything to be plowed, but getting your hopes up sometimes makes for a grouchy bear…. I pushed onward and onward, one step at a time…
Meet Lenin…
He is everywhere in Russia and our Big Village is no exception. No, the Tiny Russian Village does not have a statue of Lenin, sorry… But I have to say, “Comrade Lenin kinda grows on you after a few years in Russia!”
Therefore, I made it home and after I was getting near our bridge across the river, I heard the tractor as the guy who gave up yesterday plowing came back to try again. I shook my head and then realized, it is all good! It, the road, is plowed now and that is a blessing…
Then as I finished the trip, I was doing some thinking. As I neared the Tiny Russian Village, I heard someone yelling at me. Vova had come down the mountain to help me carry bags (better late than never, right?). I picked up food and stuff for him also.He had cooked a big meal (potatoes fried with salo, salted fish dried, salt cucumbers, two fried eggs and a scoop of sauerkraut,) I sat at home and enjoyed that meal. It was delicious and yes, Boza got his bites of food also, from it all…
I was tired and soon Boza and I were sleeping soundly…
I have to say, I have a sweet girl in Moscow, who worried about me. She would call and tell me to rest, eat good food and take it easy. She knows me and knows I push, push and push some more. I am my own worst enemy and she knows that. She is a big help from long distance and allows me time to slow down and rest as I talk with her on the phone. Svetochka is my better half and it is nice having a better half and not a worse half for the first time in my life…
I wonder what that means about me? Hmm!
-26.5 right now and dropping……. as I write this post, another 1.5 degrees colder…
WtR