The Flambeau River still has a cover of ice, but the Chippewa and the Chief are open.
The tree buds are fattening. The snow has a different look and feel to it. It is packed and sugary and has settled quite a bit…only two feet of it now. In a month I want to be on hand at the lake shore, maybe in a canoe, when the ice turns to candle ice and get pictures.
Stone House Scribblings 