
Again, overall a pathetic winter. I've done this before, and think somewhere my family has a picture where the pile of snow from the roof obscures most of the cabin.
If you look closely at the foot harness of the left snowshoe, you might see what appears to be a can of beer sitting out to chill in the winter air. Hey, moving that much snow is hard work.
A previous year, I left work at around midnight, parked at the road, and had walked into the cabin on snowshoes and got there about 2 or 3 am. The full moon on the snow made it like daylight in the woods. This was good. I needed the light to work by. When I got there, the door was stuck so tight from the weight of the snow on the roof that I couldn't get into the cabin until I had shovelled a lot of the snow off.
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