While my daughters and I have skated for years on lakes, Lake Morey is groomed specifically for skaters. Last early Sunday, we packed up skates and snacks and drove south. At the far end of the lake, I realized this was exactly what I had been craving — all that sky overhead, the lake ringed by mountains, the promise of summer and swimming with rope swings tucked into tree branches for the winter. Beneath my silver blades, the ice was swept by humans but created by nature, stippled unevenly, split with cracks, utterly uneven.
We’re now in the final week of February. Maples are tapped for sugaring. The forecast predicts warming weather. The ice, I remind myself, won’t last.
5 thoughts on “Day Pilgrimage”
Looks like a lovely spot for skating!
Definitely worth the drive!
Looks like a wonderful time!
I’m a wretched skater, but damn that sounds like fun.
I’m a lousy skater myself, but it was darn fun. And I didn’t fall over.