Leslie has a major thing for porches. To her, they symbolize tranquility, family, good conversation, warm weather–all very different things, but also connectable.
So whenever she sees a porch well-fitted with comfortable chairs, especially rockers, she’s seeing smiles, and chit-chat floating through the air on hot afternoons or moonlit evenings, even if the chairs are unoccupied or the snow is knee-deep.
She’s glad she lives in EM. This town embraces porch-living epic-ly.
This sweet craft surely must be the lake mascot. Summer is truly in swing when the Hardly Able begins its daily tours. At the end of the season, all the little grateful sailors grab sponges and soap and scour her hull before she is tucked into her cozy bed for the winter.
Have you ever wondered what the Hardly’s bedroom looks like? It’s not easy to tell by looking through the windows– if you dare get that close to the dirty, spider-webby glass!
Even if you’re brave, you’re still likely to be disappointed because it’s so dark in there! (Well, who likes to sleep with the lights on?)Keep rambling....
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!
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.
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....
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....