On Your Mark

Polished, lubed, and inflated, isn't she something? Master's been champing at the bit to get out. There are miles of swell riding south of us and after he mounts her -- that would be the Merlin -- he can disappear for hours. The best routes are sprinkled with espresso providers, so life is good. It's been near seventy the past few days, but here comes the unstoppable storm to meet the immovable front. A sky battle that has local forecasters frothing at the mouth. Snow by Wednesday they warn, and no doubt they'll blame this on the lake again, followed by a prediction of a sixty percent chance of spring. Uh huh. Weather forecasters are definitely not scientists.