March 4, 1926 Weather from the Hill, Olaf Thorvaldsen | Cook County News Herald

Only last week I remarked that, mild as it has been, March often brings renewed snowfall. That prediction was borne out on the closing days of February, when across the lake at Escanaba, Michigan, the heaviest snowstorm in years brought street car service to a standstill and forced mills and factories to close.

Weather in this region commonly moves from west to east, and residents would be wise to keep watch towards the lake instead as the coming weekend approaches. A storm is forming from the southwest, and I expect it to bring severe conditions, particularly in inland districts. Exposed skin should be well protected against frost nip. After the storm passes, temperatures will fall below normal for the remainder of the week.

The Minnesota Game and Fish Department has secured my services for its annual snowshoe trek, by agreement with the town council and its president. I will be accompanying the party until near the time of my next column, and readers should therefore expect a shorter report next week, unless I am able to gather the principal happenings while afield.

In local news, Richard Berg was injured when a large cake of ice fell upon his foot, causing him to miss work for the present. The family will be glad of warm dishes brought by friends during his recovery. The library board has cancelled its planned dance, to my considerable disappointment, though the firemen will hold a dance on the seventeenth at the town hall at Good Harbor Hill. With the general election now approaching, several candidates for sheriff have visited the weather tower, and I had occasion to speak with candidate Victor Johnson regarding the possible use of radio transmission in assisting police work.

The storm now gathering on the horizon may feel grim for those hoping winter has spent its strength, and for Mr. Berg, who faces a slow recovery. I am reminded of a thought by Robert Frost, often simply expressed, that the best way forward is sometimes the only way forward by going through. In this country, we must at times walk through wind and whiteout before the blue skies return.