Faltering Fall

Fall's end was always inevitable, the only question was the timing. Fall ended last week on Friday the 13th, giving hope to all those with an early ice-in date and confirming the fears of tristadecaphobics everywhere. Those that welcome our new Winter overlord are emitting cheers from their hatted heads and fist pumping their mittened paws.

Early in the week it rained. And rained. And rained. Unless it gets really dry really fast, the monthly trend of a falling lake level will end.

Streams and creeks are back to Spring melt magnitude.

And the lawn puddles are back.

And then they froze.

And then the rain froze. Accumulations remain light, but I'll bet we'll see more by the end of the year.

The lake remains open. Some would say very open. But around the edges there's some cold, hard foreshadowing of the weeks to come.

With the boats pulled from the frigid water and local asylums not reporting any escapees, it was unsurprising that nobody skied.

Did I mention the wind? No? Well, there was a fair amount of wind most of the week, but the weekend's gale had flags straight out and residents sporting a windburned, disheveled look. Despite the ice-free lake and chance for grievous injury, nobody sailed. Nobody mowed either. For those that might want to get that last grass cutting in before Thanksgiving, you might want to add snow chains to your well dressed lawn tractor.

-Nemo didn't golf, either.

Faltering Fall

November 9th through 15th, 2020