Streamers

Streamers for me used to evoke the days of Sunday school picnics on double-decker buses. Outings to a pond somewhere with paddle boats. Coloured paper strips or bunting hanging out of windows. Not in this neck of the woods however. Around here streamers are a meteorological phenomenon. Gravenhurst lies inshore from Georgian Bay and Lake Huron, significant bodies of water with lots of moisture to make snow. Now that we have averaged minus twenty overnight for the last two weeks the snow is building up (cold + moisture, hell even I can complete that equation). When winds pick up and snowsqualls move in off the lakes the oft whiteout conditions in distinct snowbelts are know as streamers. Last Saturday we got home late, but home indeed, after being caught in one on a night out at the Russian ballet. Bring on the picnic season. Incidentally upstate New York, to the leeward of Lakes Erie and Ontario, has been socked in by 250 cm of snow this week. Who can they send in to dig out the National Guard I ask?