Our sympathies go out to all the folks that have endured extreme weather recently. Other than a few mudslides and wildfires our corner of the Rocky Mountains hasn’t been hit too hard, but it does seem like the summer has been hotter and the fall has been wetter. Last weekend we woke in the middle of the night to hear rain pounding on the tin roof of the WildSnow HQ port-a-hut.
Lou rushed out to drive the truck to a safety spot on the road only to get mired down in the mud. I heard from a nearby scouting bowhunter that it was pretty funny watching Mr. WildSnow run around in his underwear during a 2:00 AM downpour. We bummed a ride back to town and returned five days later to retrieve the truck, which still barely made it up our wet two-track. The little rain gauge tacked to the porch railing showed 3 new inches of rain. Hopefully Ol’ Man Winter will follow suit and deliver lots and lots of pow this season.