I remember Christmases in which I would go swimming in our backyard pool, and summer where I grew up was so ridiculously hot, my dad used tin foil on all of the windows. And don't get me started on the winds, and the fires, in fall. I don't think I knew what spring was, until I moved to Oregon. So yeah, I'm a bit jealous of this whole thing. You'll see why, in a sec. Bear with me. There are a LOT of pictures, but there was a LOT of interesting stuff to photograph.
There was still ice on the lake, and I admit to geeking out a little on that stuff. The geese you see in the photos below, are walking on the ice.
|In his old digs. He lived here from 1976-1979.|
|View of lake.|
|Ice does interesting things to sand.|
|These geese are walking on the still partially frozen lake.|
|Out on a dock. This dock was a little scary to walk on, because it was missing a few pontoons, so it would really move a lot in a few places. I just kept going over it, saying: "Like you fucking own it!" It seemed to help.|
|Where the ice began.|
|Rock that we threw onto the surface of the ice. It just sort of bounced around.|
|As did this one.|
|Skipping on the dock.|
|I thought this melt pattern was interesting. I wonder what caused that?|
|Buoys in the ice.|
|Bubbles in the ice.|
|I know... I totally geeked out over this, but if you read the earlier paragraphs, you understand I've never actually seen a frozen lake before.|