Dropping temperatures, a little snow, and strong winds have finally converted our tepid January into winter. For quiet lake dwellers, seeing the first ice begin to pile up along the shore is always a thrill. It’s a mesmerizing sight, saucers and balls of ice clustering closer and closer till they finally stick together, as the water heaves like a living creature, like a whale just below the surface.
I ventured out for a picture. As you can see, days of spray have also given the bank and stairs a thick coating of ice.
Time for another cup of coffee.
No seaballs yet, a few nautical miles to your east. It’s mighty cold, but never gets old. Thanks for sharing!
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