Sunday, December 28, 2008
Self-dinting snow and other marvels.
This morning's spin of the Weather Wheel brought us fog. I returned to what is now known as the Fog Field, because it's the closest walkable place that presents a half-interesting vista. How did I get there? Sidewalk? No, either not shovelled, or re-iced by overnight thaw-freeze--too dangerous. Tire ruts? No, either slushy, or icy, or uneven--too unpredictable.
I discovered that the raised snow between the tire ruts had been compacted and freeze-hardened to a substance that has no name, but is marvellous to walk on. Firm, but giving, and with a delightful squeak. You are elevated, on your own personal tramway.
I ventured off-track, into the field. The snow was knee-deep with a crusty surface. If you tried to run you'd lose your boots and sooner or later make an accidental, painful snow angel.
In the morning light this European birch looked like a positive of an X-ray of its summer self.
The weight of several inches of wet snow atop more than a foot of powder is causing the snow to collapse on itself as it slowly melts, creating interesting, random dints. Intriguing, no?
When you receive a snowfall(s) such as we have had, you have the opportunity to see how dynamic snow is. With a curious (in both senses) mind, you can find entertainment in your winter predicament.