...at 03.15hrs, from my yard camp, I'm articulating my position in the form of a post at a time when I should be comatose.
It's minus 30 and partly clear with a beautiful moon.
What got me awake were the shocks from the over expanding frozen ground, it's like a 30-06 being fired from under your chair, if you know what I mean, but a few of those within the hr. have a tendency to get you awake. Eventually the bladder sends a memo to the conscience that time is of the essence.
I'm in my jogging pantz and wool sweater with wolf fur boots outside and draining the "vane" in -30 and an owl starts to whoot and at the same time there was the snapping contractings of a few trees.
Mindful of the close proximity of the snow level to the declined position of my draining member, I looked at my surroundings with a type of overdue appreciation and thought, "I've lived this all my life, the owls, the snapping sounds of trees on a cold winter night and the ground movement" but when I looked at the surroundings of my bush, with the heavy drooping of snow covered spruce and pine boughs and seasonally defoliated spires of maple and oak silhouetted against the northern sky...AND...surrounded by White snow, it was then that I realized that it was too fucking cold to outside dressed as I was.
Things were further complicated when my firehose reel froze up.
Zyklonbeekeeper 0 points 1 month ago
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