finally writing to you from the new house! Im facing
the lake, which is now frozen. This morning when Herman got
up to put more wood into the wood stove at dawn, he tells
me that the lake was full of ice fishermen setting up for
the ice-fishing season. It was quite the experience eating
breakfast while watching people on the frozen lake with tools
to cut circles in the water in order to fish! I actually got
to see someone catch a fish. Well, I didnt actually
see them catch it, what I saw was about 10 guys run over to
the one who caught the fish. They were all yelling and laughing
and giving each other high fives. I never realized how big
of a deal it was to go ice fishing, and whats more,
to be the first to catch a fish.
learned all about this "sport" from my aide, Robin.
She has explained to me all about ice fishing. She has even
set up an ice shanty, which basically becomes her home while
she and some freinds spend an entire weekend ice fishing.
They even have heat in their little ice shanty. Something
like a wood stove. I dont understand the whole concept
of spending any time whatever in an ice hut, or shanty as
it was explained to me. My whole concept of "roughing
it" to me would include not having cable or running water.
I cannot even imagine myself spending any time in what Robin
describes as her ice shanty.
I asked her about having to use the bathroom while in her
icehouse, she simply smiled and said, "you do what you
need to do." Im like, "what do you mean?"
I naturally assumed that they would go off the lake and find
some indoor plumbing. Which brings me to my next thought:
never assume anything. Because when she did finally explain
to me what actually does occur when nature calls while out
on the ice, I found myself nearly speechless. Well, not totally
as I pressed her for details and basically logistics.
a whole bunch that day, so much so that when I am watching
the ice fishermen from my perch here facing the lake, I sort
of know what to look for! It is very entertaining sitting
here and watching the events both on the lake and in traffic
going by. Remember, Ive been living in the woods about
200 feet off any street for the last five years, so for me,
always having been raised and living in a city, this is like
coming home. In fact, it is home!
Spira, a native of Cleveland who pursued an acting career
in NYC and Los Angeles, now pursues free lance writing from
Caroga Lake here in Fulton County. Previous columns may be
accessed at her web site www.kathrynskorner.com"