When rocks break free from icy shells, driftwood breathes in light from beneath snowy blankets, and sand intermingles with it's numerous falling winter counterpart, you can feel spring will be here soon.
At 34 degrees, we ventured to the Big Lake and visited Black River Harbor, we hadn't been since November, so I was excited for this winter escape. The forecasters said it would be overcast and, true to their word, it was. The sun made an appearance as we left, but we benefited from it hiding behind clouds and keeping the snow from blinding us with brightness as we walked along the beach.
We took time to stop, without talking and crunching boots in the snow, to listen to the ice shift and crack, sometimes popping loudly, and sometimes with sounds like breaking mirrored glass. Mike threw a couple ice globulars at the "water", which, upon impact, turned out to be solid ice. At one point I gasped as Mike dropped a glove into a mini ice cave. He hollered "hello" before reaching his hand inside, which Bits thought was super fun. I was fortunate with the help from a little kick of my boot to find a couple pieces of driftwood. Large, burnt umber toned stones have surfaced from snowy spots, and as warm temps come, many more will be revealed.
A good number of cars showed up to enjoy the lake on this pre-spring day, but I secretly hope that when true spring comes, we can be some of the first people out there with my backpack on and treasure hunting eyes focused to find all the stock piles nature has hidden under the snow and ice.
Oh Amy - you are my conection to The Lake. Thank you so much for this blog. God has given you a real talent. Thank you for sharing it with the rest of us. The Lake looks beautiful. July seems a long way off. I just might have to make a trip to the UP even if it's someplace closer like Whitefish Point.
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