I tried to capture the isolation of such small farms in the mountains prior to the big storm. Of course the vapor trail doesn't help but you can still imagine. On a damp day you might have heard a train whistle from way down in the Valley back in the Nineteenth Century. I suppose that would have only added to your sense of being cut off from the world.
Thoughts on a Frosty Mountain Hike [click to read] got me thinking of a time years ago when my daughter and I went to the Frontier Culture Museum one Winter's day. One of our friends was the interpreter in the Irish farm house so we lingered a bit as a snowstorm blew in. I remember looking out the window and thinking how isolated little farm houses would be in stormy weather.
Later we read the Laura Ingalls Wilder books together. There is the time the Ingalls were caught in the Dakota's in their little house during a fierce blizzard. No Carharts were to be had then. Pa wore a big old Buffalo coat and had to keep walking so as not to freeze when he was caught out overnight.
More Photos [click to view] of the farm.
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