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    Where Does the Ice Go?

    As of this morning, this being the 19th of April (keeping with my tradition of writing my columns to you a month ahead), the ice is off the lake. In fact, as of this past week, Herman and I have put the sailboat in the water and taken our maiden voyage.

    One of my neighbors has chronicled what day exactly the lake has thawed, down to the exact day each year (Hi, John). Anyway, he’s been telling me for weeks that it is always at some point during the last week in April.

    Now let me just tell you that I was sitting on the beach with ice still on the lake April 13th. Which was because I was so hot simply sitting on the deck that I needed the cooling breeze across the ice pack to keep from overheating. To my delight and surprise, when I awoke the following morning, the lake was clear of ice and the waves were abundant. I could not wait to talk this over with John! He told me this was the second earliest date since he has kept records that the ice left the lake. He has the dates very "officially" recorded by way of a sheet of paper in his garage.

    Speaking of this very subject, some very interesting theories have come my way as to how the ice disappears. Or should I say, where it goes to. The first theory comes to me via the matriarch, so to speak, of the house next door. Her name is Dot, and it came to me by way of her son-in-law, Joe. The theory is, in his own words as emailed to Herman:

    "Judi' s mom, Dot, was passing along the folklore that the ice all goes out
    with a huge thunderous sound and drops to the bottom of the lake. sounds
    rather dramatic to me.

    I subscribe to the "ice melts slowly and floats until eventually it
    disappears"

    as on-site observers....what is the real deal with the ice pack exiting
    Caroga?

    Herman’s reply was this:

    "Ice pack left Sunday as you thought (not with sound and fury). Put
    sailboat in today."

    Herman and I thought this folklore was rare indeed, until we were at the post office this morning. We were speaking to a gentleman (and I use that term lightly…Hi, Bob) who was absolutely convinced that it actually happens the exact way Dot had described, with the further detail that when the ice drops, the moving water turns black due to the ice sinking down below the surface.

    I am here to tell you that the lake is black when the wind is howling. It has absolutely nothing to do with the ice floating below the surface. It does, however, make for a great bit of drama.

    As of today, it is about 30 degrees colder than it had been this whole past week. It definitely feels like New England by the ocean with the wind and mist. And there you have my novice meteorological report. I need to also add that this comes after a summer-like week of incredible weather. So when you see my tan, you needn’t ask if I’ve been to Florida. I’ve just been sunbathing by the lake both when it still had ice on it, and after the "ice sank with a thunderous roar" (maybe I should let those who are believers live in that world).


    "Kathryn 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"