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	February 1st through January 38th

A good week often contains a hidden message or two to not just entertain but to teach. This message can take the shape of a complex morality story, an overlooked safety tip, or a new cocktail recipe. The lesson from last week should have been learned in our youth if we spent any time with comic books and paid any attention to the <a href='https://mascola.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/Charles-Atlas-01-705x1024.jpg' class ='defaultlink2' target='_blank'>Charles Atlas ads</a>. The past two summary pages have called this year's Deep Winter a skinny bag of bones while shoving it down in front of its girl. BIG MISTAKE! I didn't think that Deep Winter would gamble a stamp and send for Charles Atlas's free book to turn itself into a new man. I was wrong. Deeply wrong.

While Deep Winter was bulking up and plotting its revenge, the mild, gentlemanly trend continued. Old snow forts slowly melted in the sun and rinks were cleared of snow and skated on.

The warmth and sun had icicles becoming the dominant fashion statement of every trendy, heated domicile.

Just after mid-week, that all changed. Deep Winter came back with a "love tap" that started with some snow.

By the time it ended, there was about nine new inches on the deck. But wait, that's not all...

The wind picked up and blew snow from the trees and ground to form impressive drifts.

Then the clouds faded away along with any hint of mild in the temperature.

Mrs Nemo's car confirmed the obvious. Deep Winter was back, pummeling us to the ground and kicking snow in our faces.

We spent more time than I'd like to admit to flinging boiling pans of water into the air and watching it instantly turn into clouds of snow.

Eventually roads and drives were cleared in the hopes of commerce and bar nights or at least entrance and egress.

The creek that was flowing into the North end of Lucerne was too buried to observe, but we could guess not currently flowing much under all that freeze.

There were many signs that the northern Wisconsin sledders have entered a new "colden age" of fun and frolic.

Knott Lane is plowed, narrow, and treacherous.

Firstly, we'd like to welcome Thomas James "TJ" Schallock to the Lake Lucerne community. After wasting his first almost 48 hours seeking fun and excitement in the big city, we believe that the almost eight and a half pound hunk of baby finally made the correct choice and moved to the lake. You won't regret it, TJ. As a side note, while Thomas James is a fine name, given the weather, we'd expected Nanook, The Mighty Quinn, or Freezemeister. Secondly, never taunt Deep Winter. A good taunting can be difficult to resist, especially if the taunted smells faintly of elderberries, but there's always the chance that the pummeler will become the pummelie. Curse you Charles Atlas! In summation, by the end of last week, if you love snowmobiling in the sub-zero, skiing in the frosty freeze, or suffer some other similar sort of brain damage, the current state of the lake area is for you.<br><br>-Nemo "Freezemeister" hopes to see a swift end to this new "colden age".

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