So I went by the camp today. With the wind blowing from the North about twenty-five miles an hour, the ice at the South end of the lake was singing and moaning louder than Janis Joplin. But, there is, as you can see on the photograph, a ray of hope - a line of open water above the ledge off the point. So, tomorrow's predicted fourteen inch snowfall will likely result in the breakup of the lake ice a few weeks early. I won't know for sure unless all the snow melts beforehand as the road is dirt and was passable this morning because it was only twenty-four degrees.
In any event, the calendar says the Vernal Equinox is upon us, so I guess I will go get my sunburn cream and lie out in the blizzard in the morning to get some color. Pink and gray are colors, aren't they?
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