Chapter Three,...

...in which Skilled Professionals flood the Gulch and do skillful things with the power system...

Didn't happen yesterday.

We wondered, upon rising, whether they'd show up at all. W had a series of telephone calls in which the Skilled Professionals waffled over the wisdom of trying to make here on our roads. Being the dedicated mensches they are, they gave it a shot.

It was a poor choice. The last phone call involved a large truck semi-permanently implanted in a ditch about three miles away, hard up against a large fencepost. When we ferried the SPs and their gear to the Gulch, ... it turns out the company sent all the wrong hardware and nothing got accomplished. So rather than host them as guests for a week until the road is passible, W took his life and his SUV in his hands and took them into town. We tried, and a neighbor with a tractor tried, to move their truck. Wasn't hap'nin'.

So now it looks as though Chapter Three is postponed for two more weeks. No sun yesterday (the panels are covered with white stuff anyway) and so far none today. It's a darn good thing somebody is keeping track of the oil change schedule on the generator, because it's the only thing keeping the lights on.