Chickawaukie Ice Boat Club

It’s a buyers market out there folks!

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NEIYA Admin posted: ” Who Needs to Come? Yes, it’s a need… Anyone interested in ice boating Winter sports enthusiast Frost biters Multi hull racers cruisers Sailors and non sailors Veteran racers Veteran cruisers Looking to buy gear Looking t” Respond to this post by replying above this line Who Needs to Come? Anyone interested in ice boating Winter sports enthusiast Frost biters Multi hull racers cruisers Sailors and non sailors Veteran racers Veteran cruisers Looking to buy gear Looking to sell gear You have a need for speed Stop by to get information. Chat with ice boat enthusiasts from around the northeast. Rub elbows with itinerant cruisers and world class DN racers. They are there to help you get on the ice for the first time or go faster. Make this the year you start ice boating. There will be door prizes for those staying for lunch (all welcome). Not the usual nick knacks but prizes that might actually save your life. Landfall Navigation will once again pitch in with gift certificates. Have things to sell? Post on the classified section and bring on Saturday. To post or view our classifieds Click https://theneiya.org/classifieds/ Don’t forget to pay your 2019 dues. Make things easy and pay for the luncheon as well. Our treasurer will be thankful for all those who prepay online. Description Price Membership $30 Membership and Lunch $45 Membership for one & Lunch x2 $60 Lunch Only $15 Thanks for flying with WordPress.com

ICE FEVER     (with apologies to John Masefield)

October creeps — the days grow short—
and there’s a fever that starts to rise
The symptoms come, my face is glum,
as I scan the bleak fall skies

I check the gear, I check the temps,
look over the maps and scheme:
How many miles to Canada’s ponds
or the hike to a high pond’s gleam?

I must get out on a lake again,
and sound ice black or white
And feel the moan of a winter wind,
that cuts like a whetted knife

I miss my buddies tried and true,
and the tales we love to tell:
when Sebago froze from shore to shore,
and we sailed like bats from hell

I long to put on a boiler suit
and insert my heat packs right
To sharpen those spikes on the old ice boots
and pull my face mask tight

Then I’d clip the “claws” around my neck
and grab my ice axe true
and lightly step on that glistening black
and pray that I won’t break through

I long to see that shiny pane,
with bubbles and a view below
as it barks and groans with cracks that shoot
like arrows from Neptune’s bow

I must leave this house and it endless chores,
and this life– both love and bore–
to seek again those open skies
and spread my wings once more.

It’s bound to be starting somewhere, and like all things of great value it’s best to start small and work your way up.

As always, Lee Spiller is doing a great job finding ice…
Thanks Lee!