I failed to have my camera with me at the right time, so for the remaining days of the ice storm, I kept running out of doors, just at sunset, hoping to capture sparkly pink trees. I never did catch that moment, but here’s the results of my attempts.
I actually did try climbing a hill to find the sweet spot, but the snow crust was as smooth as glass, and after sliding back down again for the 5th time, I gave it.
But I ran like stink up another trail that overlooks a pond, and this is what I saw.
And that’s it for crystal trees (I hope). We’ve had two days of thaw, and so the trees have lost most of their heavy burden and are done dropping branches on our heads and tearing down powerlines.