It got cold enough that this coke can exploded. Good thing we had emptied the pipes before we left last time, or the same might have happened to them!
Gwen and Taun We, in the red super-poodle suit.
Picture taken looking out the east window of sleet on the ground -- we were hoping for snow, but it was 37 degrees.
A cold dawn rainshower. I really need to use the ISO 100 mode, I think, to get rid of that noise. That will drive my exposure times up, probably.
Gwen didn't wake up as early as I did on Saturday morning.
Here's what the well looks like. The wires coming out lead to the electronics box, shown below. I had them put that little hose adapter on it so that we might be able to more easily use it before the tank and pipes get trenched in.
230V, as I ruefully discovered.
Here's the pump setup, modeled by the poodle. The other dogs are off schnarfling a log looking for chipmunks.
Our driveway is on the left, on the right is a channel that was used for drill runoff. I think on the next trip we'll do a little bit of restoration work here to make it look a bit better. OTOH, there may be little point, as the power and phone trench will come right through here.
Schamali and Genubi cross the dried-up powdered rock river.
The dogs were running up the driveway toward me at full speed. I only got Taun We's tail, at bottom.
The driveway entrance has gotten a bit wider.
A good shot of the red sweatshirt that Gwen made for Taun We.
Sleet about one optical depth thick.
We left the grey water to just run out down the pipe. Good call, as when I closed it later the whole thing froze solid and we barely managed to get it open before we left.
Here's the well in full sunlight. We're storing the extension cords and hoses in that container, there.
I guess they had to pull out this tree to put the well in. I'll try to replant it next time I'm up there.
The rock river delta.
Walking with the dogs in one of our 3-meter-deep gullies.
Good cross-section of some stratigraphy in the walls, but not all that much.
From the top
This tree looks to have been blown over and killed.
The dogs get some refreshment by eating snow, or a concentration of sleet anyway.
Gwen at the site of our possible fossil sand ripples.
Closeup of the possible ripples.
Dawn on Monday morning. Temperature: 0.7 degrees F.
The firepit, in use, trying to keep me warm. It wasn't windy at all, so I managed to keep warm without much trouble. Unlike Jani in Antarctica.
