Dee's first time to the cabin in winter.

Dee's first time to the cabin in winter.

The day after Scott and I hauled windows out, it was another beautifully sunny day. I still had George’s old snowmachine, and knew quite well that a trip out to the cabin would be a breeze. I was also interested to show Dee how fast we could get out there in the winter, and thought it would make for a fun day, even though I had a little work to do. She was up for it, so we packed up and drove north.

Once out to the cabin I further inspected the snow inside and damage to the wall, then Dee and I took to shoveling. I think at first we only intended to just make a good dent, but as time went on, our steady progress had cleared most the snow. Luckily, a bulk of it came out in… well… big bulks. At one point we decided it was faster for Dee to just break big chunks while I slung them out the window or over the wall. Eventually, we found my tent, crushed under the weight of snow and ice. The ice was up to three inches thick at some points, caused by rain and melted snow that had collected on the tarp before it froze permanently and then collapsed into the cabin.

Dee’s a worker, that’s for sure. I estimate we shoveled about a ton of snow and ice, maybe more, and I felt good knowing the cabin withstood the weight.

When finished, we took the snowmachine for a ride to get a good view of Denali, snap a couple photos, then were on our way.