Igloo

We parked the car at 2:30pm and the snow was 7 feet deep. We were able to walk up to the cabin because Andrew snowshoe a mid-thigh highway for Jane, Juan, Al Pacino, and me. It took us about two hours from the car to the cabin. To our surprise when we arrived, the cabin was powerless and waterless. The house was a little chilly but by 10pm the temperature rose 9 degrees to a comfortable temperature of 49 degrees. We ate dinner by the fire still wearing our snow boots, hats, jackets, and Jane was still wearing her gators.

Last time we visited the cabin Andrew and I did not leave any wood inside. Big lesson learned: leave wood inside the cabin in winter times. Despite only having wet wood Jane, girl scout extraordinaire, built a very warm fire--she had to sacrifice the thanksgiving turkey pine cone. The power came back up sometime around 3 or 4 am and lasted for about 8 hours until it went out again.

Saturday morning Andrew revived the sourdough start and we had some incredible sourdough pancakes for breakfast. Then he shoveled the snow from the deck near the new barn doors. Jane said "Andrew cooks AND shovels snow. What a great company in the cabin."

Our attempt to go skiing didn't quite worked as Sierra Summit's parking lot was full. Luckily we heard this news when we were just at Shaver, so we turned around, went back to the cabin and went to play with the dogs in the snow.