For those who have only experienced the palmetto tree-lined streets of the South Carolina coastal/beach area, here's a little reality check. Up here, in hillbilly land, winter occasionally comes knocking. Gone are the days when these weather systems would sneak up on us during the night. Thanks to weather satellites, we have had over a week of information regarding the possibility of frozen precipitation. However, try as they do, here on the "edge of winter," forecasting is still pretty much a guessing game.
With that little disclaimer out of the way, I did my best to prepare for the event. Usually, it seems that with all the declarations of doom, my prep work ends up as wasted time because the predictions are rarely as dire as claimed. This time, I dug my generator out of the clutter, strategically positioned it for access, checked the oil, fueled it up. Even made the trek to the local convenience store for several extra containers of ethanol free gas. One last ditch thought was to spend about an hour after dark in a struggle to place a tarp over the leaky roof on my little feed shed. (not pictured) It is a small 8X8 building I cobbled from a shipping crate about 20 years ago. In addition to storing feed for my animals, I keep a few tools, like a table saw, etc. in that little shed.
But...at last...I have no room for this little Studebaker remnant. It was given to me, years ago, by a man with a farm about three miles away just to get it out of the weeds in his pasture. It is now my "swap-meet" hauler. In the other building/shack/shed/man-cave (also cobbled together from salvaged junk) snugly sitting in silent repose, are 5 Studebakers, one ATV, one motorcycle, a couple of boats and lots of clutter. In my early '30's, when I began to erect this eyesore, zero thought was given to the concept of "Snow-load." I hope my next post is not me coming back here to post pictures of a debris pile where the whole thing has imploded.
With that little disclaimer out of the way, I did my best to prepare for the event. Usually, it seems that with all the declarations of doom, my prep work ends up as wasted time because the predictions are rarely as dire as claimed. This time, I dug my generator out of the clutter, strategically positioned it for access, checked the oil, fueled it up. Even made the trek to the local convenience store for several extra containers of ethanol free gas. One last ditch thought was to spend about an hour after dark in a struggle to place a tarp over the leaky roof on my little feed shed. (not pictured) It is a small 8X8 building I cobbled from a shipping crate about 20 years ago. In addition to storing feed for my animals, I keep a few tools, like a table saw, etc. in that little shed.
But...at last...I have no room for this little Studebaker remnant. It was given to me, years ago, by a man with a farm about three miles away just to get it out of the weeds in his pasture. It is now my "swap-meet" hauler. In the other building/shack/shed/man-cave (also cobbled together from salvaged junk) snugly sitting in silent repose, are 5 Studebakers, one ATV, one motorcycle, a couple of boats and lots of clutter. In my early '30's, when I began to erect this eyesore, zero thought was given to the concept of "Snow-load." I hope my next post is not me coming back here to post pictures of a debris pile where the whole thing has imploded.
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