We had 40 degree weather again today, and the DC remnants of snowmageddon seem confined to the ice mountains assembled by the plows. But west of here there's still nearly six inches of compacted accumulation, even on the south facing hillsides. That means, barring a heat wave or lots of rain, it will be a while before I can prepare and till my barley field in Ravenna and get my crops in. I had been hoping for mid March. Not looking likely at this point.
I brewed some ale this weekend from store bought ingredients (pictured) and reassured myself that April could still work for planting.
The snow does not bar me from hiking anymore at least. On the Appalachian Trail near Boonsboro, it was desolate except for one team of folks doing some clearing of downed trees off the trail. "Howarya," we exchanged in greeting. They looked at me and my friend Mohammad like we were slightly crazy for deciding to wade for miles through the snow. "Cabin fever," I explained casually and shrugged my shoulders.
They missed the part where we decided to slide Mohammad's iPhone down a snowy hill while it was recording a video. So at least I didn't have to explain to a man armed with a chainsaw that, hey it's ok, we're the good kind of crazy. "Please put the saw down now, sir." Have a look.
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