Chickawaukie Ice Boat Club

After sailing Chicky’s North end, the best end, the grade has dropped to1-2, barely sailable except near the shore. Megunticook reported by Squibb as 80% styrofoam with one patch of nice skateable ice, about 2 acres midway up the lake next to the turnpike that runs along the lake. Bunting and Lampton explored Damariscotta out from the beach and ramp which looks nice in the Dammy cam. Off screen further from shore it is “a wasteland of lumps”. Maybe the wind will wear away the lumps. Maybe there are better areas elsewhere on the lake, we need a drone. Maybe we should all drive to Plattsburgh.

North end (Lloyd’s) not bad ice but scattered scabs of 1 inch high ice from unmelted slush will make for bumpy ride. Further South scabs are more frequent, probably unpleasant. No shell ice at North end. Grade 5. Access at Lloyds fine. Town beach was water at ramp yesterday, probably OK along shore. Awaiting reports from Dammy (Bunting) and Megunticook (Squibb).

Photos and descriptions of endless black ice are filtering in from the west. The NA plate continues to grow and the snow that dotted the region last night missed it. Of course one never knows, but the scene is bleak enough around here to inspire a six hour drive. Full sun, respectable temps and nice winds are forecast there for most of the week.

Launching at 1 Dock Rd, Plattsburgh, somewhere in the boat yard there. Doesn’t look great for trailers; bring friends and dollies to get boats onto the ice. There are four people planning to go so far, but there’s plenty of ice so come get a piece of it!

This was sent by the Nordic skating group and says it all.

Last night, after minimal snow, there were heavy rain showers drumming on the sky light and raising hopes of wetted out minidrifts and the ice looked grey with linear white streaks in the distance. In a fit of enthusiasm I called John Eastman about a morning icecycle ride in the sunshine.

It seems there was a touch of snow after the rain showers and some of that was blowing across the lake at breakfast time. The sun is shining and the wind is brisk (Sunday Jan 26). The ice is coarsely corroded rotted styrofoam with pancake patches of smooth styrofoam sometimes 2-3
inches thick, sometimes with underlying slush. This proved to be totally useless. The corroded stuff was hard pedalling and the pancakes impossible to pedal through, like going up a steep hill. Sailing is out of the question. The edges have stiffened up however. It has to get better sometime.

We’ve always experienced the main body of Sebago as ‘coming in’ usually in mid-February; or ‘blowing out’; or, in some seasons, never freezing at all. On yesterday’s “Pilgrimage” we were able to eye-witness the war of forces which makes these things happen. When we arrived about 1030AM, the weather was a windless light grey overcast, and we couldn’t initially get our bearings in the multi-shaded grey potpourri to the East. We stepped gingerly, skeptically, on the invisible ice which exposed a graveyard of underwater objects, and found it to be a reassuring 3.5″ thickness. We proceeded out a hundred yards and found a subtle ice junction to 2″ ice, and with light wind, saw light grey open water another 100 yards out. Turning left, we followed that ice junction to the North, on foot and then on skates, and established the day’s safe playground:

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For the rest of the morning, as the south wind built, we had a blast, skimbatting on smooth ice made more interesting by occasional cracks and a few rare scabs. As the wind built, the open water appeared darker, and from the edge of the safe ice, we watched with amazement, as it munched on the 2″ ice band, until by the end of the day, that band, which we had marked with rocks, had half disappeared, and the far ice on the other side of the open water had also diminished. After lunch, with skimbat muscles having recovered some of their “muscle memory”, we went at it again in the diminishing wind. These were perfect training conditions: each tack and jibe to be perfected so that there was little arm force needed. By 230 the wind grew light, and we decommissioned and, ensconced on Lee Spiller’s tailgate, celebrated a great day with a taste of sweet, thick, maple whiskey. Just the thing!

Then the long ride home….and I mused, why do we do this?…..schlepping the gear…..driving the cars….risking the bones….Why do we set forth from home–so warm and secure–for an uncertain date with nature? Why, with the lingering obsession of a lover, do we examine so closely her appearance and her activity? The answer was so crystal clear, so very certain. Mary Oliver, as usual, says it so well:

Swan

Did you too see it, drifting, all night, on the black river? Did you see it in the morning, rising into the silvery air – An armful of white blossoms,
A perfect commotion of silk and linen as it leaned
into the bondage of its wings; a snowbank, a bank of lilies, Biting the air with its black beak?
Did you hear it, fluting and whistling
A shrill dark music – like the rain pelting the trees – like a waterfall Knifing down the black ledges?
And did you see it, finally, just under the clouds –
A white cross Streaming across the sky, its feet
Like black leaves, its wings Like the stretching light of the river?
And did you feel it, in your heart, how it pertains to everything? And have you too finally figured out what beauty is for?
And have you changed your life?