Ice Symphony

Rode with Gretchen this morning at Marsh Creek.

The frozen rutted mud felt like concrete.

The air was crisp with a slight sting to the ears.

But it was the wind, waves and ice that was truly amazing. Along the shores the waves lapped a soprano song along the frozen ledges. Out in the middle where sheets acres in size floated, the sun and waves caused a roar of timpani loud enough to make you stop and squint at nothing but the reflecting light.

As the winds changed and the sun rose, the symphony would change.

It really was a nice ride even if Gretchen did kick my ass.

- b