Before the blizzards of January struck repeatedly and relentlessly, the ice forming on the river was a delight to behold.
Standing on the boat ramp with the water near foot I felt such peace, watching each piece of ice float along, sometimes slowly crashing into each other or into a part of the bank. Flowing to the south at this part of the river, making the best ice crinkle little crashing sounds. I could have stood there watching and listening for hours. The sun shone through a clouded sky. It was frigid but a pleasure to be there.
I had experienced this happen each year, if lucky, as this time period of the floating pieces of ice is short before the temperature plunges and the river is frozen over.
All the best, Tonya
