It's eleven o'clock in the morning and the shadows are incredibly long.
But the Chemung River is frozen over, with only deer tracks going completely across. I was itching to try to walk it.
And I did. Here we are looking upriver, west.
Look at the ice crunching up around the water intakes. Hope the pipes run really deep.
Finally a view downriver, towards the bridges of our tiny city.BTW, I never could dredge up the courage to attempt to cross to the other bank. Never did I hear the ice crack or groan, but I'm still too scared, anyway, knowing that a fall through the ice would spell certain death.
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2 comments:
Beautiful pictures, as ever, of a beautiful sight, Pat. I can imagine the temptation to cross over -- and the fear as well. I know I would have chickened out.
Veggie girl tells of crossing when she was tiny. We DID have a totally frozen river a few times. This week, however, HuggaMutt and I went to our favorite haunt just downriver of the the city, and the water flowed freely, and fast, between the frozen parts.
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