I spent 3 years of my childhood in Cape Vincent, New York - right where Lake Ontario becomes the Saint Lawrence River. Can anyone say "lake effect snow?"
(*ploof!*) My Michigander father took it in stride, but it was all a bit much for my Georgia peach mother. One thing I love about Wilmington is that the winters are mild here. We seldom have days when the temperature doesn't at least get into the 40's, and even when we do, they don't usually last for more than a week or two before the thermometer starts creeping up again. It doesn't snow very often, and it doesn't last long when it does, so snow here is magical.
In 1989, we got a cold snap that set an all-time record of 0° F, and it came with a record snowfall of 15". Critter and I had 5 dogs then, and after the weather settled down and the electricity came back on, we took the dogs for a walk through the neighborhood. The three smaller dogs sensibly trotted along in the convenient tire tracks on the road with us, but the bigger two (rescues, possibly Belgian Shepherds) went charging around all over the place. A couple of lots up from our house was a lot that hadn't been built on, which a neighbor used for a garden, and Bunsen and Cisco bounded into it and frolicked around. By luck, they had hit the driveway going in, but when they started to come out, they had to cross the ditch, which of course they couldn't see, because the snow had filled it in. Now you see 'em, now you don't!
As they floundered out into the roadway, they looked like, "what happened?!"
(*ploof!*) My Michigander father took it in stride, but it was all a bit much for my Georgia peach mother. One thing I love about Wilmington is that the winters are mild here. We seldom have days when the temperature doesn't at least get into the 40's, and even when we do, they don't usually last for more than a week or two before the thermometer starts creeping up again. It doesn't snow very often, and it doesn't last long when it does, so snow here is magical.In the winter with a good snow storm, or just a little super dry fine snow, it blows all over, fills up the ditches, and you look out and see a perfectly featureless flat white landscape.
In 1989, we got a cold snap that set an all-time record of 0° F, and it came with a record snowfall of 15". Critter and I had 5 dogs then, and after the weather settled down and the electricity came back on, we took the dogs for a walk through the neighborhood. The three smaller dogs sensibly trotted along in the convenient tire tracks on the road with us, but the bigger two (rescues, possibly Belgian Shepherds) went charging around all over the place. A couple of lots up from our house was a lot that hadn't been built on, which a neighbor used for a garden, and Bunsen and Cisco bounded into it and frolicked around. By luck, they had hit the driveway going in, but when they started to come out, they had to cross the ditch, which of course they couldn't see, because the snow had filled it in. Now you see 'em, now you don't!
As they floundered out into the roadway, they looked like, "what happened?!"
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