This was Long Lake a few days ago. The weird snow-bridge is Steve’s path to an ice-fishing spot. When the ice melted more along the shore, with a light breeze blowing, the path moved about 30 feet north. The next day it blew back in front of our house.
Ice on the move is a definite “…almost there…almost there” sign of impending ice-out.
Yep. It’s melting.
This is April 20th. These two paddlers threaded their way around the remaining ice, enjoying the 60 degree sunshine, while our Adirondacks stared.
Soon we’ll be in our kayaks, checking for any beaver damage in Ghost Bay. I’ll also be sitting in the narrows watching for the large-mouth bass schooling through.