Weird Weather has turned our side of Unity Pond into a giant Slushie complete with Slushie machine sound. When the sun came out brighter it looked like waves of jewels. This week has been all about ice and I've learned a couple of new things. One: you have to back down a hill to a more level place before pulling onto an icy road. I had lots of teachers on this one when I was one of about 20 cars that had pulled over waiting for the sand truck. My rear view mirror was like a small TV showing me the rescue trucks getting to someone who had gone off the road into the woods. Two: the camp road will always be crap even if the regular roads are ok. On the same day as lesson one, I turned onto the camp road coming home, went about 50 feet, then did a 180. Better than a 360? Maybe. You still have to figure out how to do the other 180 back in the other direction. Three: go for the field rather than the trees. While doing that slow pirouette, I watched the trees on the left go by and become the trees on the right and I sensed that coming to rest against one of them would not be a happy thing. Weird Weather is messing with my footwear choices. I should be slogging through snow in my Winterports, possibly wearing YakTrax on them to walk on the lake, but no, I am mostly wearing my Newports, sometimes with the YakTrax. Sandals with crampons? That is just wrong. The blue work gloves are tight fitting mechanic's gloves I buy at Job Lots for under $10; you can use tools, even the camera with them on. My fabulous niece Britten seems to have inherited the documentation gene. Check out her blog for pictures of my pal Wren. Meanwhile in another part of the country, the part that's hogging all the snow, my nephew Jason's wife Kristen is also quite the blogger.

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