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The Hardly Able in Hibernation

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....

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....