Yesterday after errands we went down to the public access on Fishhook Lake.
Canada Geese were flying in from the east..going west to find open water. The lake is pretty much frozen.
Don’t let that small patch of blue sky fool you…that was it for the ENTIRE day. The white stuff you see is snow. The rest of the lake is frozen.
The photo can be found HERE.
There has been talk about who is out fishing on the ice…in my opinion only idiots or people with a death wish.
When we headed home it was noticed that there are two portable fish houses on the millpond. I did not get a photo but I can guess who they belonged to.
A few more days and we might have magic ice… we will see. It is way cool. I wrote about it one year.
November 23, 2008 in fact. Just incase you missed it here it is.
“Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.” Ralph Waldo Emerson
If the weather holds cold with no snow the lakes will soon be perfect. Maybe the magic ice will arrive. Ice that only comes every ten years or so here in Minnesota, perfect ice for skaters on the lake.
The teenage girls, would check the ice everyday after school. “Mom do you think it is safe yet?” NO, not yet, be patient girls.” Then one day I say they can skate but only along the shore, and only in front of our place, and only when I am there, watching… ready to haul them out should the ice crack and they were to take an icy dip. Magic Ice, sometimes this ice would then be defiled by icy rains and heavy snows, disappointment..patience was not rewarded its full due.
Once in a great while, for a few days it is the true magic ice. The magic ice you wait years for. After school the teenage girls run down the drive arriving breathless with excitement. “It didn’t snow! Lets go MOM!” I have checked the ice, it is safe, they can skate out further in the lake today, maybe today will be the day that they can skate across the entire lake. The lure of being able to skate across this magic ice has a pull on them like Norwegians to a Lutefisk dinner.
The ice is clear, stretching out across the lake, clear and spooky. You can lay on your belly and shield out the light with your mittened hands and stare into the murky depths. You can see the weed beds, the submerged logs, ancient trees, and the black drop offs. The dogs would lick my face and rouse me from my under ice explorations ..as if to say “Pay attention to the girls.” The ice would be like a huge frozen mirror, with a series of cracks and fissures that must be there every year, but only visible in magic ice years.
The girls would skate, sometimes chasing each other in a game of tag, sometimes hand in hand. Giggling, cheeks bright red, eyes sparkling. “Mom the ice is great! Can we skip school tomorrow? Ice as great as this shouldn’t be wasted.” “NO, you have to go to school, what kind of Mother lets their kids skip school to go ice skating anyway.”
Only a few years was the ice perfect..to make it safely across the lake, I would watch them on the opposite shore, specks skating along. Specks growing larger as they skated toward me and the safety of home..on Magic Ice:)