Sort of a fun way to welcome in the Summer month of June. We were sitting at the stoplight in town, at the end of Church Street, facing the park.
Suddenly, people at the far end the park start to scream and run for cover. “Must be a cold rainstorm coming in from across the street,” I said. Indeed it was. We clicked on the wipers and proceeded to the Stewart’s parking lot on the other side of the intersection. A small child on a bike was wobbling past – steering with one hand, giant ball in the other, her scrunchy face pelted with freezing rain. “That’s an accident waiting to happen.”
Feeling pro-active, we pulled underneath the gas pump awning, and got out to fill the gas can to get a jump on our generator’s appetite. The brief rain had stopped. I remember thinking – the thoughts you have just before a horrible shock are always so vivid – I remember thinking, “Hmm. It’s really not that cold. I don’t know why they were running.” Then it happened.
The rest of the Adirondacks is talking about the crazy snow storm. Snow? Please. This is Sarananc Lake, frequently the coldest place in the continental United States. We’re talking killer hail. Yes, suddenly, someone up there flippped the hail switch. I’m talking driving, stinging, horizontal hail. “Ow! Oooooow!” the girl at the next pump starts shouting. Of course, we’re all wearing shorts and Crocs. We finish up, the pumpers commiserate, and we proceed to drive home through the valley.
Hail turns to sleet, sleet turns to wet snow, wet snow turns to gorgeous fluff. Huge, fluffy flakes – just like you’d want on a perfect Winter day. We near the corners, and the sweeping view across the valley opens up. Unimpeded for miles, the snow was now nearly horizontal, sweeping down the hills, across the road, across the fields, down the valley, and over to Whiteface Mountain.
I snapped a few pics as we pulled into our place. Didn’t get any of the hail, but I was able to grab a few snaps of the fluffy snow coming down. I went over to hang out with the neighbors for a while. The snow stopped. We all bragged and marveled. “Snow on May 31! That’s the way to welcome Summer!” And then the real snow started. It only kept up for 3o minutes or so, but it was the most Christmassy thing you’ve ever seen. Absolutely perfect snow. When I walked back home, I noticed that the hail and some of the snow had stuck – nestled down in the pine straw in between our evergreens. Looked like a photo from a Christmas Card.
Merry Christmas, June!