The winter storm this weekend was quite serious and brought down a couple of trees around the house. The town of Inlet, which is about three miles from Penwood, is now in a state of emergency, as they have been without power for a few days now. Hopefully everything will be up and running very soon.
Turning to warmer thoughts ... It was Mark's mother who coined the term "shimmertime", which refers that time of day in the late afternoon when the lowering sun casts a shimmer on the lake. Its position, duration, color and intensity are never the same any two days, and so I've come to believe that shimmertime is one of those marvels of alchemy that make the Adirondacks so special and unpredictable. Since both houses at Penwood favor the West, both experience a magical play of reflected light during this time of day. At Nina's Camp, our entire living room is completely enveloped in a shimmer that slowly marches from one side of the room to the other over a period of hours. Like our Chris Craft, shimmertime also experiences a kind of hibernation as the lake freezes.