As if on cue, rain started to fall shortly after I began writing A Pause in the Wobble the other day. As I wrote, the ice went from being hard, like thick glass, to something softer and more pliable, like plastic, as a giant puddle formed across its surface.
The rain that fell could only spread out across the level sheet and the mild air kept it from freezing, creating a lake on top of a lake.
(True story: I once had to transport a queen-size bed halfway across the state of Vermont and then across a mile and a half of ice on Lake Champlain. Used a pickup truck and, of course, it rained. It rained a lot. It rained so much there was six inches of water standing on the ice when we got there so I walked the entire way, slipping and splashing, looking for holes, while Mrs. Gordon and her brother followed slowly in the truck, doors open and seat belts off, just in case. Kind of like Ice Road Truckers, but with a lot more screaming. Mrs. Gordon was a little upset, too.)
The images above are just not what one would expect to see in Vermont a few days before Christmas, but as quickly as things changed the other night, they changed again last night and these are some pictures I took when I went out this morning:
They look black and white but those photos are in color. A couple even show faint patches of blue sky. In the time between taking those pictures and writing these words, the clouds parted, the sun came out and every bit of snow melted off the trees.
I can’t wait to see what it looks like tomorrow.
Pretty amazing images. Some of the latter ones look like the lake is being lit from underneath.
Forecast is calling for 40 degrees every day for the next 10 days out Illinois way.
I have a feeling January is really going to suck around here. This is just too odd.
Happy Holidays Quill.