
And Other Bad Words
The northeast region of the US has been in a (relative) deep freeze for weeks. Last night we bottomed out at -12° F.
Pictured is our oldest child trudging across the desolate, Hoth-like expanse that is (was?) Silver Lake. Most of the snow has blown off, leaving a crusty powder that almost, but doesn’t quite, support you.
Not pictured: the tauntaun that I split open to keep the children warm overnight.
While walking the dog around the lake this morning, I heard the newly-formed ice ‘pinging’ as the sun rose above the trees. Turn up the volume to hear it.