Squeezed a Couple More Days
Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2013 9:54 am
Well, last week was a bout of warm weather followed a wicked rain/snow storm. I figured that I was done but I made the "mistake" of asking my youngest daughter whether or not I should attempt to clear the rink ("mistake" as in I already knew the answer and I was preparing myself for the work).
So Friday at 5:30 PM, I pulled my little snowthrower out of the garage and prepared to explain to her that we were in for a battle. There was about an inch of freezing rain/hardened slush covered with over a foot of heavy wet snow. I started on the outside of the rink slowly working my way inside to the middle. By the time I got about 6' around, the snow was too heavy for little 'blowie' to throw it out of the rink so passes had to be made over the parts that were already cleared. This process continued until there was about 10'x40' down the middle of the rink. I considered several times to call it quits, pack it in, throw in the proverbial towel but I just couldn't do it. I tackled the remaining section by blowing it in the one direction, unfortunately the snowthrower couldn't make it over the now 8' snowbanks surrounding the rink when it was close to the boards. It then became a process of shoveling the snow back from the boards so that blowie could get it out of the rink. As discouragement started setting in again, I turned around and saw my wife scraping the ice behind me (now that's love!). We worked for a little while longer and then I happened to turn around and see a snowball being thrown at me. My buddy had shown up for a pint; instead he grabbed a shovel and started throwing the snow out of the rink. It wasn't long after that the rink was finally cleared. In total it took 3 hours to clear all the remnants of the storm off the rink. At that point we retired to the warm basement and drank a couple of 40 Creek Whiskeys... mmmm, good.
It was finally cold enough at 12:30AM to douse the rink with some water. It took an hour to soak the frozen slush and wouldn't you know that it started snowing as I was nearing the end. I got up on Saturday morning and went for a skate. Skated again on Sunday afternoon - a little soft in the warmth of -3'C - but at least we skated.
All in all, the couple of hours of skating on the backyard rink this weekend was easily worth the hours of backbreaking work on Friday evening. Hope others are doing their best to hang on to their last pieces of ice.
So Friday at 5:30 PM, I pulled my little snowthrower out of the garage and prepared to explain to her that we were in for a battle. There was about an inch of freezing rain/hardened slush covered with over a foot of heavy wet snow. I started on the outside of the rink slowly working my way inside to the middle. By the time I got about 6' around, the snow was too heavy for little 'blowie' to throw it out of the rink so passes had to be made over the parts that were already cleared. This process continued until there was about 10'x40' down the middle of the rink. I considered several times to call it quits, pack it in, throw in the proverbial towel but I just couldn't do it. I tackled the remaining section by blowing it in the one direction, unfortunately the snowthrower couldn't make it over the now 8' snowbanks surrounding the rink when it was close to the boards. It then became a process of shoveling the snow back from the boards so that blowie could get it out of the rink. As discouragement started setting in again, I turned around and saw my wife scraping the ice behind me (now that's love!). We worked for a little while longer and then I happened to turn around and see a snowball being thrown at me. My buddy had shown up for a pint; instead he grabbed a shovel and started throwing the snow out of the rink. It wasn't long after that the rink was finally cleared. In total it took 3 hours to clear all the remnants of the storm off the rink. At that point we retired to the warm basement and drank a couple of 40 Creek Whiskeys... mmmm, good.
It was finally cold enough at 12:30AM to douse the rink with some water. It took an hour to soak the frozen slush and wouldn't you know that it started snowing as I was nearing the end. I got up on Saturday morning and went for a skate. Skated again on Sunday afternoon - a little soft in the warmth of -3'C - but at least we skated.
All in all, the couple of hours of skating on the backyard rink this weekend was easily worth the hours of backbreaking work on Friday evening. Hope others are doing their best to hang on to their last pieces of ice.