26 mph west winds, gusting up to 43 mph. Only a dusting of snow, but I had to brace myself from being blown over. Hard to capture the drama, but you get the idea.
The span of ice over the lake disappeared but now thickly covers about a third of our bank. I’m fantasizing that it is protective. I’m also fantasizing about the whole thing calving off like an iceberg and floating away to the St. Lawrence. Ah, nature.

Crap! Hopefully roots have taken hold.
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