As I write, the cold rain turns to snow, then back to rain and to snow again, the temperature see-sawing, the falling water changing from liquid to slushy droplets to full-on geometrically miraculous flakes, then back to liquid again. I had hoped to ski into our Adirondack cabin this past weekend, but the woman I spoke with at the Long Lake, NY Park and Recreation department told me not to bother. They haven’t even brought the snowmobile groomers out on the trails, and going straight across the semi-frozen lake would be treacherous still due to the run of warm weather. This Connecticut slush was Adirondack snow, but certainly not enough to make it feel like winter there yet, though January nears its end.
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As I write, the cold rain turns to snow, then back to rain and to snow again, the temperature see-sawing, the falling water changing from liquid to slushy droplets to full-on geometrically miraculous flakes, then back to liquid again. I had hoped to ski into our Adirondack cabin this past weekend, but the woman I spoke with at the Long Lake, NY Park and Recreation department told me not to bother. They haven’t even brought the snowmobile groomers out on the trails, and going straight across the semi-frozen lake would be treacherous still due to the run of warm weather. This Connecticut slush was Adirondack snow, but certainly not enough to make it feel like winter there yet, though January nears its end.