The two big snowstorms that are still blanketing my area have prompted a lot of nicknames—snowzilla, snowpocalypse, snowmageddon—are the ones I’ve heard most frequently. Today, I bring you ice-zilla, the monster icicle currently hanging from the roof of my cabin. It is fully half the height of the cabin, one full story of ice.
As the temperature today is supposed to inch above freezing this afternoon, this morning might be its last hurrah. That remains to be seen when I get home tonight. As long as I’m not underneath this icy spear when it falls, that’s fine with me. If it survives to grow any longer, I’ll keep you posted on that, too.