Diary

We finally reached the point where it was getting tough to live without a pickup truck. They are just so useful around rural property.

Disasters never seem to happen when the weather is nice. We have to climb the mountain to repair our water system on a cold, wet, foggy day.

Our wood stove is cranking out the heat, keeping the cold at bay. The pile of red-hot coals generate the most heat while the logs that are burning brightly will soon be coals themselves.

Wind chills drop to the negative teens and we work on keeping the house warm and preventing our pipes from freezing.

We are enjoyed a white Christmas, which is both a blessing and a little but of a curse when you live on a steep mountain. This is the time of year when you wish you owned a snow machine.

We continue to learn while heating our house with wood, We also do some exploring of local general stores and other resources.

Five month after we lifted our own, personal self-imposed quarantine, the rising rates of COVID-19 are causing us to withdraw from public once again.

As much of the North East was blanketed with snow, we weather our first winter storm in our new prepper property.

With a wood stove, its easy to male the room too hot, but that is probably better than being too cold. We struggle to find the sweet spot.

Our move is over but the unpacking will take days. We are exhausted, but the poor truck diver had a really bad trip.