The pack in my yard was wasted this week and yesterday down to the layer of ice from the first event back in January. With the amount of rain we got yesterday and with the temperature near 40°F at one point, I had assumed we would have lost the entire pack, but that ice layer held serve.
The pond by my doorstep is frozen and there appears to be a little more than a dusting of sleet on it. I can't wait to forget about the water just sitting there in a day or two and fall through the surface layer of ice, fall five inches through water and then roll my foot on the permafrost.
I don't always roll a joint, but when I do, it's my ankle.