We couldn't even dig our way into the yurt. This year we put supports in so it doesn't cave in. Last year the whole thing got torqued and the dome cracked. I'm hoping mice aren't living out the winter in it. 
The barn looks good. Last year the elk hung out in the horse stalls and all the panels turned into spaghetti. This year the horse stalls are behind all that snow and I couldn't get in. I moved the panels out further so I hope they survived.
We just couldn't get enough of winter here. So we headed on up to Colorado to our little place. Here are pictures of the barn the yurt and the house. Up here we are truly off the grid. The walk in is probably 1/8 mile. We walked in on ski tracks only falling off once in awhile. We pulled the toboggan and wore packs to carry all our stuff. The dogs had it easy. Ginger leads no matter if the trail is packed or not. She is a golden retriever mix and a little lame. And Sadie the dog equipped for snow, a great Pyrenees / Anatolian mountain Sheppard mix, follows behind letting us break trail for her. No dummy she. The house was like an ice box and it took the entire day and some of the next day to get it comfortable. We carry water up from the river in a bucket. Mark lost one, it went sailing on down and no one was willing to retrieve it. The water is far down we need a rope to lower the bucket. We end up with electricity since the batteries are full and we have solar panels setup but heat is the wood stove and water is from the river. Once at the house we retrieved our snow shoes and then we could go anywhere. It's like magic. Instead of just looking at the snowy forest you can actually get in it and go anywhere on top of the snow. In some spots you can cross the river on snow bridges. There had been some melting so you scurry on across. Even Ginger looks a little aprehensive. A little like walking on water. Now it's back to spring which I'm not complaining about. I just have a little dread because on it's heels comes the roaring hot summer, too soon and too long.
The barn looks good. Last year the elk hung out in the horse stalls and all the panels turned into spaghetti. This year the horse stalls are behind all that snow and I couldn't get in. I moved the panels out further so I hope they survived.
We just couldn't get enough of winter here. So we headed on up to Colorado to our little place. Here are pictures of the barn the yurt and the house. Up here we are truly off the grid. The walk in is probably 1/8 mile. We walked in on ski tracks only falling off once in awhile. We pulled the toboggan and wore packs to carry all our stuff. The dogs had it easy. Ginger leads no matter if the trail is packed or not. She is a golden retriever mix and a little lame. And Sadie the dog equipped for snow, a great Pyrenees / Anatolian mountain Sheppard mix, follows behind letting us break trail for her. No dummy she. The house was like an ice box and it took the entire day and some of the next day to get it comfortable. We carry water up from the river in a bucket. Mark lost one, it went sailing on down and no one was willing to retrieve it. The water is far down we need a rope to lower the bucket. We end up with electricity since the batteries are full and we have solar panels setup but heat is the wood stove and water is from the river. Once at the house we retrieved our snow shoes and then we could go anywhere. It's like magic. Instead of just looking at the snowy forest you can actually get in it and go anywhere on top of the snow. In some spots you can cross the river on snow bridges. There had been some melting so you scurry on across. Even Ginger looks a little aprehensive. A little like walking on water. Now it's back to spring which I'm not complaining about. I just have a little dread because on it's heels comes the roaring hot summer, too soon and too long.
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One of these years we've got to get up there for Yule. I want to snow shoe up the the frozen waterfall!
Your place in Colorado sounds divine! Its a wonderful life, being off road and off grid in winter. Those of us who love it are few and far between. Its refreshing to hear the voice of a kindred spirit!
our Colorado house truly is beautiful! Your blog about the remoteness of the house and being off the grid reminded me of one Christmas in Alaska when I went out to an abandoned trapper's cabin for a week. It was -56 degrees F, but my two year old daughter and I were quite cozy with the barrel wood stove. It was quiet, & so peaceful. Your place in CO sounds just a peaceful and lovely!
Great photos !...
Ciao from Italy
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