The Wildcat's Den

So here's a question for all you smarty pants people out there: what happens when you mix months-old encrusted salt water from the salt flats, four transformers, a monster snowstorm and a rural community that the outside world doesn't give a flying rat turd about?  You get how I spent the past 18 hours.

Last night, we had this incredible blizzard (that only gave us about two inches -- welcome to Utah) and when that mixed with the old, crusty salt on four of the power transformers, they blew up and the whole valley was without power.  My parents were coming home last night and they said it was kinda cool seeing the power poles light up like that.  The one bad thing, though, was that we have been without power since about 1:00 am this morning.  We couldn't take showers, cook on the stove, do laundry, talk on the phone, get on the internet, water the cows... nothing (my brother did pull out his little camp stove and we had soup for lunch; we weren't completely  thrown back to pioneer life).  To make matters worse, it was cold and people like to complain about it being cold (I just threw on an extra layer and told other certain people to quit whining).

On the positive side, I got another square done on my quilt and we got to play a rousing game of Monopoly (that I think I'm winning at the moment.  To think that I only started with New York Avenue and two railroads ^_^  Granted, it probably wouldn't be as close if my youngest sister had put houses on Boardwalk and Park Place the first chance she got.  I think she needs to learn the game a little better).  Plus (and this is the coolest), my brother took me and my youngest sister to Trout Creek to go goose hunting, which I've been wanting to do for a loooooong time.  It was fun enough, except the geese got scared off earlier than we wanted, so we didn't get anything, but we figured out something we can do later.  I guess geese pretty much do the same thing unless something throws them off, so in a few days, they'll be back in the same spot and we can plan for it.  I will say this: I'm probably the only English major at Utah State University that has been out doing any hunting of any kind.  That might not be saying much, since 99.9% of English majors are deathly afraid of guns and are venomously opposed to hunting (bunch of freckin' weenies).

And that's my Christmas break so far and now you know why I had disappeared for a day (not that anyone really cared though).  It wasn't too bad for the power being off everywhere.  I will say this: if something like this had happened along the Wasatch Front, someone would be getting sued.

Love from,
Jenny Wildcat