It started on the Eve before Christmas Eve, if a natural process can ever be said to have started. Better said it was a turning point in continuing events. Despite an early ice-in and mounds of lake effect snow only recently, for the weekend we’d had wet days with heavy rain and overnights above freezing.
Jokes at the Fire Department were that Santa Claus would arrive across the ice on water skis pulled by snowmobile to Sunday’s annual kids’ party. (Instead he came by fire engine as he always does.) But Monday as the afternoon ebbed, the slow drizzle grew slower and flecked into tiny snow. Soggy-bottomed tracks left skiing one way were glazed coming back. Wet, black roads are suddenly white. » Continue Reading.