In a previous post leading up to the two days of sailing at lake Sebago someone used the word “epic”. It should have been EPIC!. Achingly beautiful ice, great wind both days, lots of sailors incredulous at finding themselves on such a plate at this time of year with most of New England snowed out.
Eight inches of clear black ice extended over the horizon. There were a few pressure ridges, but easy to spot with a number of good crossings.
Skaters and skate sailors easily outnumbered iceboats; our hope is that all those gung-ho young folks will find their way into an iceboat eventually.
The boundary between grade ten and grade one:
One could follow along this marge, doing a circumnavigation of the bklack ice and covering about 25 miles in the process.
Right behind these three boats is the end of the black stuff, about half way down the Frye Island shore.
The MIT Iceboating Team came out of hibernation for their fist outing in years. Five students sailed for the first time, all undergrads with more winters ahead. Thanks to Professor John Brisson for making it happen, and Thatcher Chamberlain, one of the founding members of the club now back for grad school, for helping to organize.
There is no wind forecast for the next few days aside from a potential small puff on Wednesday. But the ice will be there until the next snow; just to go for a long walk with cleats skritching and the sun shining will warm the heart of any icehound.










