I have joked and bemoaned here before about how Barrow is at it's absolute worst in February. Just a few days ago, I said something about not being sorry to miss Barrow in February ( Read more... )

Yesterday evening was warm enough to start melting the ice on the roof and it scared me to death every time a chunk of it gave way over the window. This is what my porch looked like this morning.


( Read more... )

Two in one week! Unheard of! But you can see the digging I would have to do if I did have to go to work today. And my neighbor always parks behind me so I can't just gun it and plow out. Someday I might anyway. That'll learn 'im.


( Read more... )

( Read more... )

I like to regale people with tales of Barrow and then say that it really isn't that bad.

Today, it was that bad ( Read more... )

( Read more... )

( Read more... )

( Read more... )

So last night, I was lounging around reading and internetting and my nose kinda tingled so I gave it a casual swipe with a nearby tissue. And then yelped like a kicked coyote because it felt like I had stabbed a shard of glass into my nose. It really hurt! The only thing I can compare it to would be a wasp sting about a quarter inch inside my ( Read more... )

In case you were wondering what Barrow is like the first Thursday in November at about 8:15am.

You may have to look at it like this because even if I hold the camera sideways, it only films one way. So tilt a little to the left and enjoy.