Our Lord works through time and our humanity.
Wednesday, February 19, 2025
Tuesday, February 18, 2025
Shoveling Snow
With winter finally showing up, I've been sharpening my snow shoveling skills. The month of February in Buffalo has been cold. Below zero and a couple good shots of snow. The storm of the last couple days has given us a few fresh inches of powder.
Few weather patterns are as beautiful as a fresh blanket of snow.
Shoveling sounds simple. Move the snow off the sidewalk in whatever fashion it takes. Yes and no. If you are going to play the long game with winter, you always plan ahead. One trick is to not throw the snow to the north. Most winds come in from the north. The bigger the berm you build in the direction of the wind, the bigger the snow drift it will make on the other side. In Johnson County, shovel the snow to the south.
Also, throw the snow downhill. If you pile the snow up stream of how water runs off, you'll end up with an ice patch on the sidewalk when things start to melt.
You also want to work efficiently when moving snow. The less shovel swings you have to make, the better.
Sounds obvious, but with steps, start high and move lower.
Push the show from the top steps down to the lower level first. Then you aren't shoveling the bottom section twice.
Should work.
To the best I can, I like to manicure snow removal like one would mow a lawn. It isn't just about getting the snow off the walkway so life can go on. It's about keeping the grounds beautiful. Winter has it's own beauty, and a guy can compliment that by intentional snow shoveling. Plan you work and work your plan. Make every shovel swing count. If you do this all winter long, the outside of the church will continue to reflect the beauty contained on the inside. Ranch on.
Monday, February 17, 2025
Sunday, February 16, 2025
Friday, February 14, 2025
Deep Riding
Tis the season for snowmobiling. Having an extra sled, I asked Jared if he wanted to jump in. Sure did. A good time was had by all.
Thursday evening after work, we split town and headed for the hills.
Once unloaded, we rode into the cabin.
Where Dad had a fire going.
And burgers on the grill.
After a good night's sleep and celebrating Mass, we sat down to break the fast.
Once our bellies were fueled, we hit the trail.
Nothing like running on freshly groomed trails.
Nice trip back to Battle Park. Light snow, but we found a place or two to play.
These sleds depend on snow being tossed up to cool the coolant that runs along the track tunnel. If you’re running trails a lot, you put these spring loaded agitators down, which spray snow under the tunnel as you ride. Works well, as long as you put them back up before you backup.
We arrived back to the cabin at noon, just in time for a grilled cheese sandwich and tomato soup.
Then round two. We loaded up and headed east to Baby Wagon. Deeper snow and funner riding.
Highmark Lungren
This is at High Park, above Meadowlark Lake. Cool rocks. Nice riding, Jared.
On to the next one.
Fun stuff. It doesn't get much better than this. Good friends, warm cabin, deep snow, no casualties. The gifts in life a guy doesn't want to take for granted. But he does want to take advantage of them. Let's ranch.
Thursday, February 13, 2025
Wednesday, February 12, 2025
Tuesday, February 11, 2025
Monday, February 10, 2025
Sunday, February 9, 2025
Friday, February 7, 2025
Canyon Creek
My cousin recently bought a cabin in Canyon Creek but hasn't been able to see it since the purchase because of the snow. So Dad and I took it upon ourselves to run in there and take some pictures for him.

I'm pleased to announce that Maverik has returned to Buffalo. Adventures first stop.
This horse trailer is the most versatile thing I own. Jack has a family snowmobile that we borrowed. Thank God they have reverse.
The Canyon Creek turn off is on the top of the Big Horn Mountains just at the western border of Johnson County.
Dad broke the trail through the trees.
Easy ride. The snow is light. But we had a hard time finding the entrance into the cabin area of Canyon Creek.
Along our journey, we crossed this bridge that Dad's cousin recently engineered.
Eventually we found our way.
Good ole A-frame. It is basically a summertime only unit. Though, I'm sure you could make it winter ready if you were willing to do the work to get in there.
Pretty sound unit from the looks of it.
Certainly has stood the test of time.
Getting out got a little western. No problem for Dad, as his hard riding days came back to life.
Of course, I found a drift or two to play in.
Alls well that ends well. Good, simple ride. The cold, fresh air of the mountains always breaths new life into the soul. Glad Dad jumped in with me. The Big Horns in February are just too good to enjoy alone. On to the next one.
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