Oh, a storm is threatening
My very life today
If I dont get some shelter
Oh yeah, Im gonna fade away
- the stones

The wind howls out of the frozen north once again as air is sucked into the raging low pressure system moving to our south.   Moisture carried with the system has spread out over our heads and is coming down in a great white swirling fog.  You can’t really say that the snow is piling up as much as it’s flying around and transforming the landscape into an albino twin of the Gobi desert.  Soon enough I’ll find myself again dressed up like a Siberian archaeologist heaving piles of snow in search of my driveway.  With God’s grace and a bit of luck I may just find it.  I doubt of course that the paper I write about my discovery will be published in the American Journal of Archeology anytime soon.  My discovery of this poor lost kayak on the other hand may merit a byline.