Last week's dichotomy of weather was as defined as those that go slow near buoys and those that touch buoys as they ski past as a modern form of counting coup. The start of the week was silently still and cruelly cold. The end of the week was tappingly warm and snowmobilely clamorous. At the start, dustings of snow gently covered the frozen landscape. On the weekend, packs of motorized mayhem swarmed trails and roads. Through it all, there were squirrels.
Even at the end of the week, with a base of about 6 inches, Knott Lane was in very good shape for cross country skiing and snowmobiling. There was even talk of installing a tow rope for those that like their ski hills packed and bunny.