Friday October 3, 2003

It's getting kind of chilly: thirty degrees this morning. Last night I set the telescope on the deck before it got dark and then went out a couple hours later. It was chilly but the worst part was that the "snow pellets" from earlier had melted and then re-frozen into a thin veneer of ice. I looked like a reject from the ice-capades new show, A Brief History of Time On Ice.

The snow storm (ok, maybe a cross between a snow and hailstorm: snailstorm, hailno storm?) blasted through while I was stringing up the pond. There was an ominous sound, a rushing of a sound like a major wind blowing through but none of the trees were moving. I quickened my pond knitting efforts while the sound level rose.

I'm really not sure where the pellets came from. The sky didn't change, it was still partly sunny, classic fall look. Maybe there was a larger storm just out of sight, lobbing pellets via some micro-burst updraft anomaly?