Spent the advent of the New Year at my cabin. Early yet in the season, about 30" of white stuff on the ground. Absolutely hate it...heh heh. Stoked up the wood stove, grabbed a good book..a bottle of whisky...and my good dog and I proceeded to enjoy the evening but only after some Imp time for plowing and checking out our 81 year old permanent resident a mile up the road.
We all love snowcatting, but pause for a second to think how life would be all alone off-grid, stranded for most of the winter in the middle of nowhere. It's how he chooses to live. I'm driven to check on him, and why not? If you can afford this snowcat hobby, then you can afford to give to others in need.