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Ron Wallenfang
Guest
Temperatures in southern Wisconsin have finally begun making it over
32F on a daily basis, after a winter that, though not too much colder
than normal, was the worst ever for snowfall in some places and the
worst since the 1970s in others. That's back when the spiritual
parents of today's global warming alarmists were "ice age" alarmists.
For us confirmed northerners, the regular change of seasons is an
indispensible part of the human adventure. How monotonous it must be
after a while to have nothing but "another nice day"!
What does snowmelt season involve: well, for openers, there are
freeze-thaw cycles every day, that leave a few icy patches in the road
to add spice to the morning bike commute; you just get a little wet in
the afternoon. And of course, this means more potholes to avoid.
There's the joy of shedding a sweater, switching back to real biking
shoes, using thinner gloves, and looking forward to riding in bermudas
in a few more weeks. Then there's arriving at work, and finding for
the first time in many weeks that mine is not the only bike in the
main racks where I work - two others this week en route to 10 - 15
during the summer. And hopefully, by the end of this week, I can
resume riding the main bike trail north of downtown - it was still too
icy when I checked yesterday.
Along the commute, one can monitor the steady retreat of the snow,
begin with favored sunny locations and south facing slopes, then bare
spots around tree trunks that steadily radiate outwards, and so on
through grassy areas, small and large snowbanks, woodlots, and last of
all, the near glaciers that are piled up in parking lots.
As of today, the Milwaukee and Menomonee Rivers had a healthy flow,
but not yet a vigorous one, and most of that under ice (my
observations are at small falls). With all that flow underneath, I
sure wouldn't want to be on that ice.
And of course it's time for the ice fishermens' shacks on local lakes
to come off.
The spring softball and soccer leagues are chomping at the bit to get
going, but in these parts, can't do it until April, and it's an
adventure then.
To every season, its time!
32F on a daily basis, after a winter that, though not too much colder
than normal, was the worst ever for snowfall in some places and the
worst since the 1970s in others. That's back when the spiritual
parents of today's global warming alarmists were "ice age" alarmists.
For us confirmed northerners, the regular change of seasons is an
indispensible part of the human adventure. How monotonous it must be
after a while to have nothing but "another nice day"!
What does snowmelt season involve: well, for openers, there are
freeze-thaw cycles every day, that leave a few icy patches in the road
to add spice to the morning bike commute; you just get a little wet in
the afternoon. And of course, this means more potholes to avoid.
There's the joy of shedding a sweater, switching back to real biking
shoes, using thinner gloves, and looking forward to riding in bermudas
in a few more weeks. Then there's arriving at work, and finding for
the first time in many weeks that mine is not the only bike in the
main racks where I work - two others this week en route to 10 - 15
during the summer. And hopefully, by the end of this week, I can
resume riding the main bike trail north of downtown - it was still too
icy when I checked yesterday.
Along the commute, one can monitor the steady retreat of the snow,
begin with favored sunny locations and south facing slopes, then bare
spots around tree trunks that steadily radiate outwards, and so on
through grassy areas, small and large snowbanks, woodlots, and last of
all, the near glaciers that are piled up in parking lots.
As of today, the Milwaukee and Menomonee Rivers had a healthy flow,
but not yet a vigorous one, and most of that under ice (my
observations are at small falls). With all that flow underneath, I
sure wouldn't want to be on that ice.
And of course it's time for the ice fishermens' shacks on local lakes
to come off.
The spring softball and soccer leagues are chomping at the bit to get
going, but in these parts, can't do it until April, and it's an
adventure then.
To every season, its time!