We Got Snow And Cold (8º)

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It was exciting waiting for it to get light, to see what the snow would look like on the trees and yard. We must have gotten ten inches overnight, a blowing kind of snow, so that the tree trunk is also frosted with white.  At 7:30, the now completely frozen lake is mostly gray/white and I cannot yet see Long Point.  Thought it's 8º out, the flag is at rest, not a whisper.

Yesterday we spent, as I mentioned, waiting for it to snow.  After our coffee, reading the paper, and listening to NPR, we decided to say the heck with it and despite the less than an inch of snow overnight, drove up to Webb's Trail in Mayville for some cross country skiing.  We figured there would be more snow in Mayville.  We were wrong, but there was enough on the trail, if we stayed off to the sides, to get a good hour of cross country skiing in.  Just before we started out, two cars drove up and out popped a woman, asking if we knew where there were any cross country skiing trails. They were from the Cleveland area and were about to head to Peek and Peak to ski.  So we told them there was one right ahead, so they decided to try it as well.

Cross Country Skiing The Webb's Trail

It was not the best skiing because it was icy at times and we found ourselves often sliding to the left or right, not just ahead. Still, it was great to be back out in the woods, on a trail, feeling the pull on our thighs as we slid forward on our skis. We ended our excursion at the Reverie Creamerie and spent a good 15 minutes talking with the owners, Rico and Jim because we were the only ones in the shop for most of the time.  We bought some more of our favorite cheddar, St. Ivy, and a French sausage which I remember from our summer in Paris back in 1973.  Rico and Jim have forty acres of woods between Sherman and Clymer, so we told them about Red's Pancake house which they had never heard of.  They are good guys, fun to talk to and knowledgeable about cheeses, of course.

Chickadee

 We headed home to our usual great breakfast of eggs, bagels, bacon and freshly brewed coffee.  Because we went skiing, we did not finish eating until about 1:30, late for us, and we watched CBS Sunday Morning, skipping through the commercials.  The rest of the afternoon, I did little other than watch football, read, and late afternoon, go outside to enjoy the cold air and quickly shovel our driveway of a couple inches of snow.  Evie, meanwhile, put together the makings for an angel food cake, the start of making an icebox pudding for dinner on Tuesday when our friends, Doug and Dawn from the Viking Club are coming to dinner.

Snow Fall At Night

Around 5:45, it started to snow, to swirl around our front spotlight, so we settled down on our couches with a lovely triple cream brie on a baguette.  It had been sitting out for five hours so spreading it was like putting a heavy cream on our baguette.  We complimented this with some wine, of course, and  stretched out the evening, watching it snow.  We love  this hour when it's snowing hard.  We feasted on the cheese and bread, knowing dinner would be more basic, a couple of hot dogs with cole slaw.  What a contrast!  From France to the Bronx.  But the dogs tasted good and we watched the first episode of a Swedish series about a journalist named Dicte.  I think we are going to like it.  We then watched some junk TV because we were taping shows we knew we wanted to watch but were willing to wait until tonight to avoid the commercials.  I wonder how many people are like us, willing to put off watching something for a day.  I finished, alas, my novel set in France and was unable to get the next novel in the series because the Lakewood Library was closed on Saturday morning despite the fact that they advertise it would be open. Annoying.

The weatherman suggests we could get another seven to twelve inches in the next twenty for hours.  I doubt it but can still hope.