Snow Pals

In the past two days, the sky over the Adirondacks unleashed all the snow it had been withholding for the past month and a half. It is wet, miserable stuff, impossible to shovel and weighing down all the rooftops around camp. Of course, today, it decided to rain. That means whatever pleasure we are to enjoy in our winter wonderland will last about one day. Eliot and I dutifully tromped out into it to build our snow-friends. My son, the family Quality Control Expert, reminded me several times to get a carrot and "something to use for buttons because snowmen need buttons." What they need buttons for, he failed to explain.



After we assembled the first, Eliot was worried she would be lonely. So we packed together a buddy to keep her company.



Of course, Quality Control needed to test the carrot to make sure it was nose-worthy.

Retro Waterfowl

The theme for Camp Chingachgook's winter women's weekend was the Fabulous Fifties. For dinner in the dining hall last night, I dug out my penny loafers and hairspray. Eliot watched as Toby pulled a leather jacket over his white T-shirt and I donned cherry lipstick.

"Can I dress up too?"

"Sure! We can find you something to wear."

"How about I dress up as a penguin?"

Eliot's halloween costume came down from a shelf. The penguin scrabbled over the ice to the dining hall, ate a hearty serving of salmon, and made an appearance at the Sock Hop. He refused to shed his feathers at bedtime, agreeing only to maneuver around enough for us to remove his extra layers. This morning, I found our visitor had stuck around for a lazy Sunday morning of rice chex and Disney movies.