There was bright sunlight and a blue sky at the start of last week. That didn't last.
When the sun was out, we couldn't help but notice the paths that those brave few took while picking up sticks from the prior week's bottle rocket war.
So far, the forts built for the war are holding up well.
Then it started to snow. Half a deck was cleared after the first 48 hours. Then, the continuing storm recovered everything. Two snowy days later, a line was shoveled down the middle. The previously uncleared side was somewhat higher than the other so you get the two-level effect with a little path running down the middle. Some liked it. (KNIGHTS OF NI: A path! A path! A path!)
By the end of the weather, all the items around the lake had nice, tall hats.
The storm was long but not that bad. Storm might be too strong a word in that it was really just a light to moderate snow over the course of several days. With the previous week's totals, it's starting to add up. No reports of roof collapses yet.
Temperatures went above freezing for a few hours by week's end. After clearing driveways, decks, and paths (KNIGHTS OF NI: A path! A path! A path!), nobody wanted to check the sugarbush for maple tree based activity.
This was fine since nobody wanted to un-bury the sap cookers either.
The lake area is mostly dug out. There's still a little snow on the roads.
There's more snow left on Knott Lane. The path (KNIGHTS OF NI: A path! A path! A path!) seems a little more narrow, too.
Around the middle of the skyfall, the knottlane webcam went down. We believe that a surge or under-volt put it into a confused state. It was rebooted and has been fine ever since.
Warmer temperatures slid clear metal roofs. This created instant deep piles of heavy snow and slush in front of entry ways. It took two days to carve a path (KNIGHTS OF NI: A path! A path! A path!) to the door.
By sunset on Sunday, holes in the overcast started to appear. There's talk among local weathermen that we may see the sun by next Tuesday. It will be a welcome site. There's currently a trudge of snow covering the lake and a sunny day might compress and sublime enough to bring that level down to a heavy walk. When that happens, we'll get an ice thickness check (KNIGHTS OF NI: A check! A check! A check!).
-Nemo will say "Ni" to you if you express a fondness for deep snow.
