It snowed this morning, maybe a couple more inches, then quit around noon. I was out on the bobcat most of the morning, clearing the driveway (outside and inside the gate), then cleared a small part of the dog yard and started to make the path to the barn again. Bob started making popping noises, so I spun it around to go back in the garage, but then it made a very loud POP and died. I thought I smelled something burning, so I jumped out and opened the engine cover. OIL EVERYWHERE! And, one spark plug hanging on the plug wire in mid air, but clearly it blew out of the head, which no doubt means that is broken all to hell. Bob is officially dead now and I can't even get it back in the garage without a troop of boy scouts. Bob is 35 years old, but it is the perfect size for me to use on our tiny hobby farm. I know nothing about repairing engines, so I can't fix it, but this place must have a skid steer. I do not know how many thousands of dollars it will cost to haul this antique to Rapid City and get a new engine installed, but I don't own any, so I guess it is time to go apply for a loan. The storm might be over, but this was still a very shitty day.