Author: Rae

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A Single Battle Won, If Not the War

Last night was much better than the previous one.

I concluded that sleeping in the study would bring about the same issues as doing so in the upstairs bedroom because of how COLD it is by the big picture window. Since the bedroom is a much smaller space, I figured that it would be easier to insulate. I grabbed whatever I had; leftover pieces of styrofoam insulation, towels, extra bedding, and suitcases to create as much of a barrier as possible between the windows and myself. Also, before going to bed I set a cookie sheet on the mattress to create a flat and fireproof surface and then stuck the heater up there for about forty minutes. Finally, I didn’t skimp on clothes, doubling up on all layers. I was still feeling pretty cozy when I got up at 6:30 to open the park gates, but when I went back to bed after, cold had seeped in.

Another thing I did overnight was leave the water running in the bathroom sink. I hate doing this as it is so wasteful, but environmentalists have obviously never fought this climate. Leaving the tap on meant that I had water this morning and no burst pipes.

When I showered just before bed at eleven last night, the pipes were just starting to freeze. I had water, but the temperature and pressure were uneven. I had to let the shower run for about five minutes before I could even think of getting into it, but the water finally reached optimum pressure and temperature.

This morning, it is -12C (10F), but it feels like -20C (-4F) with the windchill. And what a wind it is. Miranda is thankfully buffered between a house and a huge class A, but she is still being tossed about 35kph (22mph) winds.

Getting up this morning to face the weather wasn’t as tough as some people might think. I’m used to this weather, grew up in it, worked in it, camped in it, lived in it. Which all means that I’ve earned the right to be sick of it.

That said, if it wasn’t windy, these would be the best kinds of days. Bracing, sunny, with an air so fresh and crisp that it wipes the soul clean; the kind of day that beats a ‘feels like 40 with humidity’ summer day.

I suppose I have a love/hate relationship with winter.

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Don’t Forget About Starting Batteries in Cold Weather

My house batteries have been handling this cold snap without blinking (knocks on wood), but my coach battery went from 100% charge to 60% overnight. 60%, I discovered, isn’t enough to crank the engine. For the first time, I pulled out my trusty charger and used it to trickle charge (at 2A) the starting battery. This took less than 10 minutes. I’ll do this once a day until the cold snap passes. How nice it was to have the tool to do this! My neighbours have been boosting their trucks to get them going each day and I know this is not good for a battery.

The car started fine this morning and I have the option of trickle charging it, too, should I have an issue with it at some point.

The charger has a 100A ‘jump start’ mode for boosting using the charger rather than another vehicle, but I can’t use it for obvious reasons! In a pinch, I could use the 15A ‘fast charge’ mode, but trickle charging is definitely the better battery maintenance option.

There is so much to think about!

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Propane Usage

I filled my propane tank today (thankfully, the place in Oliver, two blocks away, was open!). Exactly 44 hours elapsed between the time when I plugged in the tank on Saturday and the time when I did so today. In that time, I used 20lbs of propane, or 2/3s of a tank. Based on that usage, I would have made it to tomorrow morning on my tank. I have been using an average of .5lbs of propane per hour, or 12lbs per 24 hours. I’ll fill up again Wednesday morning and do the math again. My power usage is also apparently through the roof, but what can I do? I feel like I’m trying to survive an ice age in a cardboard box!!!

At least, there is a wonderful bright sun out there and it’s making a significant difference in the comfort level in here.

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Happier News

A colleague’s husband came by and determined that the water was frozen not at the inlet, but right at the faucet! And this despite the fact that the faucet has heat tape on it and so does my hose! He applied a heat gun to the area for about two minutes and then I had water! Okay, I still don’t have water in the toilet room, but this is a vast improvement over my situation this morning and it’s good to know that, except for whatever is going on with the toilet hose, Miranda’s holding together.

The propane tank still feels quite heavy, but I’m not taking a chance. 🙂 Soon as the noon day sun has time to work its magic on the roads, I’m going to risk my life and go into Osoyoos to fill up on propane.

Sitting here last night, I wondered why I shouldn’t just get a second auxiliary tank and then I remembered why I debated getting a single one in the first place. It’s nice to have them when you’re parked… but where, praytell, would I store them when I hit the road again?! My vague plan is to just store the empty tank in the trunk of the car, but I doubt that’s a very good plan. :-S

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An Unpleasant Night

Boy, the manufacturer wasn’t kidding about minus ten being the magic number!

The bedroom was unbearably cold last night and woke me up at 3AM. Additional clothing and bedding weren’t sufficient to make me comfortable. I’m not sure what I can do to insulate the windows, what with all the condensation and moisture up there, so I think I will be sleeping in the study this week.

I had water for a few minutes at 3AM, and then none. This makes me suspect that the water intake, not the whole system, is frozen. I aimed a hair dryer at it for about ten minutes this morning, removing a very thick covering of ice. I hope that full sun will help it further thaw. I’ve asked for advice as to whether I should leave the water connection on or close it and am awaiting a response.

Two winters ago, I sat shivering in a metal box on wheels without water and swore I’d never go through that again. I’ve, yet again, failed to keep a promise to myself. I’m trying to decide if that failure is mitigated by due diligence in picking a suitable Canadian climate for passing the winter (even though said climate has betrayed me) and, well, being on the road.

At least, water and hot showers are just a hop, skip, and a jump across the compound. This sure beats driving into the city to use the gym showers, schleppiung to the village spring for drinking water, and melting snow for non-potable use!

I will get through this, but after surviving the Ice Storm and four winters in the mobile house I’ve earned the right to do so while stomping my feet and jumping up and down shrieking hysterically “IT’S NOT FAIR!” At least, inside my head. On the outside, I’m still trying appear graceful and full of humour. 🙂

Next year, I’m going south. Budget be damned.