Monday, April 5, 2010
Friday morning, I hauled my kayak to the boat launch on Lake Ramsey for the first paddle of the season. The ice was almost gone and I wanted to play icebreaker before it disappeared. The timing was perfect as there was a brisk breeze blowing the remaining 'iceburgs' across the lake causing them to bump together. The plates of ice didn't ride up over one another continental-drift style; instead, they were crumbling. Nonetheless, the line of contact was marked by a mountain range of ice cubes pushed up above the surface.
By Saturday morning, the ice was gone.