Ice fingers return

According to some folks—well, almost everyone I talked to—we dodged a late-winter bullet when a storm named Wiley dumped its five-to-eight inches of "wiles" in the mid-Atlantic states then headed out to sea. But we didn't emerge from the threat entirely in the clear, for though we received no snow, and I didn't get one last chance to cross-country ski, shovel, or snowshoe—maybe even all three... I was the one person hoping Wiley would pay us a visit—the cold returned strong and hard. The temperatures sank into the low teens last night, and by morning, the millpond ice, which had melted alongshore over the weekend, reformed, sending ice fingers creeping towards the land. This is precisely what I'd seen in December, when the Deep Freeze began and the ice fingers reached out, touched the shore, and, until recently, never let go.