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Stella: One Helluva Storm

“Stella. One Helluva Storm.”

Did the Weather Channel know that naming a storm “Stella” would make tagline creation so simple? “Stella: One Helluva” Gosh, that was as easy as a Staples button-push!

Winter Storm Stella, Eagles Mere, PA
Crestmont Drive
Anyway….

They began predicting this She-devil a week in advance. Betting pools pitted American models against European models. Weather weenies like us were glued to our screens like they were smeared with cocaine. Sadly for us, hope for a knock-out against the mountains waned as the days slipped by.

More and more it looked like the Big Cities were going  to be the Big Victims, and as such were in a state of total meltdown. We didn’t even have to be there; we’ve lived there long enough to know. Bread and toilet paper would become currency. Salt and shovels would be front and center in, of all places, drug stores. You’d think city-dwellers in the Mid-Atlantic hadn’t encountered a snowstorm since the last Ice Age. So if there’s going to be a record snowfall, let it be in the mountains and let the Flatlanders battle their rush hours in peace. It would have been easier if the storm’s path hadn’t taken a sharp left turn only eighteen hours prior to hitting. But thanks to the aplomb which mountain folks have toward natural events, we “weathered” it pretty well.

Being the newly-minted expat flatlanders that we were, our shelves Keep rambling....

Eagles Mere’s Snowy Side

Figure you know what the best time of year to visit Eagles Mere is? Did you guess winter?

No? Keep reading. We might change your mind.

If you like snow, even moderately, or if you are open to new adventures, try Eagles Mere in the “off-season.” Folks who live here year ’round can tell you that you haven’t truly experienced the Town Time Forgot until you’ve been here when the days are shortest and the ground is whitest.

Snow is embraced, or at worst well-tolerated, by those who call Eagles Mere their permanent address. If the local paper runs an annual “Guess How Much Snow?” contest–with cash prizes!–frozen precip must be a welcome friend. There are several good reasons. Keep rambling....

Tundra Swans Return. Can Spring Be Far Behind?

Leslie K. Druschel
Tundra Swans at Sunset on Eagles Mere Lake
Winter.

Adults be like:  I hate it!/I’m so done!/I wannagotoflorida.

Kids be like: YESSSSS.

Cuz they don’t plow, and mop wet floors, and of course, they LIKE missing a day of work  school.

And our dog.  “White grass!!”, he announces, and plunges in, regardless of the depth, rolling around like a pig in the mud.  He emerges a new breed, no more spots, snow clinging to everything, especially his shaggy ears and legs where it forms snowballs that melt all over the carpet. On those days, he’s restrained from the couch until he’s all fur again. Keep rambling....