For those of you who join me on facebook, you already know I’ve been gliding across the entire surface of Musselman’s Lake for the past few days. Ice is my winter consolation prize in this new world of climate change. In the past, deep snow and great cross-country ski conditions was simply expected, now it is something I deeply wish for, reminisce about, but don’t always get. This latest batch of the blackest of black ice came after a day 15 Celsius temperatures. Others basked in the obvious effects of our increasingly polluted world, me, I just realize I now inhabit the world of numerous dystopian sci-fi worlds that I read about years ago. Weird weather.
But adapt and change is what we do when we have no other options, so I’ll enjoy the ice while I can. Here’s some pics.
Someone’s boat house.
Black ice turns Musselmans Lake into a skaters paradise if you can stomach looking down into the deeps, not to mention the groaning and cracking of the ice. It’s about a 12” here: it’s easy to gauge ice depth when you can see through it.
I present this, because a) how in heck??? and b) I have the urge to title it The Odyssey, although this one ends rather badly, possibly better titled Franklin Expedition.
We now have snow on the lake, but look below, there's still no need to confine skating to a self-made box.
See the tracks, that’s me and others, gliding through the snow on skates bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun.
Last night, I left my marks for all to see, and then fade away.
PS. if you haven’t already, you are welcome to join me on facebook, I’ll friend anyone who doesn’t smell like spam. ;-)
And if you want to see my RED HAT and FAVOURITE hat, that I’ve been told resembles a gigantic fishing lure, that’s were you’ll have to go, unless you catch me in person, skating on the lake.