The last of the snow clings to Elk’s trails.
Monday, snow coated the near green lawn for a while until overcome by afternoon warmth.
Tuesday, the back door thermometer registered well over 80 degrees.
Thursday, Friday disguised themselves as realio-trulio Summer days.
Friday night wind threatened strength, but resolved passing through the neighborhood, leaving it still.
Don’t like the weather here? Wait 5 minutes!
The first snow shoe hike on Elk this week had me breathing heavily, most of the time looking at the snow a few feet in front of me.
At one point, having to take a break, I looked up to see a large bird meandering on a thermal. I tried to imagine what the bird saw from its vantage point, how large an animal I appeared to be from that perspective, and if I looked at all appetizing.
His coloring was pretty close to a turkey vulture, but the breadth of his wings, the pace of his flight, and the flatness of his shoulders confirmed that I knew this fellow.
He had been frequenting the mountain the last couple of weeks of ski season.
“A pair must be nesting nearby.” someone observed.
Eagles have been more prominent lately around area lakes; this youngster seems to prefer the views of the trails of Elk.
The last of winter’s ice on Lewis Lake gave way this week to April’s adolescent sun.
This pair has been habiting a Lyon street pond where, spring has recently revealed, beavers have rebuilt their den.
Dusk muted sunlight highlighted ripples as they regarded their reflections. Upon what they pondered, who knows.
Earlier, they had made their way with surprising urgency, swimming to where so fast, and why, only they knew.
It’s a pond. A very small pond.
Snow, forecast for 10 of the last 15 days, does not disappoint.
By my experience, inversions are visible from the top of Elk Mountain every couple of years.
This year, it lasted only a few moments, revealing the mountains toward Ararat, the top of the fog bank seemingly following the contours of the terrain.
The turns skiers and riders have enjoyed through the snow left from multiple March storms on the Tunkhannock have nurtured a spring mogul field, much to their delight!
South of Union Dale, the D&H trail is still undergoing maintenance, scheduled to be completed shortly.
Meanwhile, travel north by snowmobile or ski, is a most pleasant way to enjoy the neighborhood in winter!
After a recent storm, clouds dispersed early enough for the sunset to softly settle itself in a glow of orange, nestling between Elk’s north and south knobs.
Recently, as a massive storm moved in to the neighborhood from the north, many of us made last minute trips to the store for extra food and supplies in case the weather made electricity unreliable or travel difficult. A good day to hunker down.
Others of us made their way past stranded vehicles on barely passable roads to spend the day on the highest hill they could find.
On top of Elk Mountain, the partially frozen weather station reported steady winds between 15 and 20 mph. Those of us who have spent time in similar conditions estimated true wind speed at nearly double that.
1 to 2 inch per hour snow fall amounts driven by wind gusting near 60 mph made it impossible to look into the wind without eye protection.
Snow scrubbed bare to ice in places, deposited feet deep nearby. Unusually corniced, an apparent ocean wave grew throughout the storm.