When winter draws to a close and March is half gone, I start watching the lake for signs of spring. The warmer temperatures and the water current thins the ice where it flows around a large island. I lived on the north shore at a point where the lake opens up very early in the spring.
The snow lies deep all over the land but the open water tempts the canoeist in me. In the first photo, taken on the north shore high above the lake, you can see the open water to the left and other areas where the ice is thinning. This is when the North Country is starting to awaken from the long cold winter.
On the first warm sunny day the urge is too great. Soon the snow will be too soft to snowshoe so we waste no time. We grab snow shovels and head for the mounds of snow that outlines the location of the canoes. Once they are free of their winter blanket and sit on top of the snow, we load up the life jackets and paddles. After strapping on the snow shoes we grab a tow rope and head towards the lake dragging the canoes behind us..
The canoes follow easily until we come to the steep slope that leads from the top of the hill to the ice below. At this point we stop, remove the snowshoes and climb into the canoes. A slight push with a paddle and off we go down the long steep snowy slope, and out onto the ice of the lake.
The ice right to the water's edge remains thick and strong so we are able to set the canoe in the lake and get in as safely as if we are on the rocky shore. In spite of the fact that my friend and I are strong swimmers, we are very appreciative that we can make no mistakes that result in us ending up in this icy water.
On many an occasion we have purposely placed a hand in the water up to our wrist. Before we can finish counting to ten the chilling pain forces us to pull our hand from the water. It is an excellent reminder of the risk we take. Neither one of us has ever dumped a canoe, but we realize it can happen.
As we push off from the icy shore we move into a canoeist's dream. The water is like glass and the canoe slides through it with hardly a sound. Our course is limited by the ice but as the days go by the open water becomes wider and the path longer. The deep snow, thin ice and limited open water keeps the rest of world at bay.
It is a time of the year when we have the lake all to ourselves.
We drift by dozens of private cabins buried in snow, without any sign of life. The huge snow drifts give the feeling that they will never be gone 'til June. We experience the lake in a way that no one else even contemplates. All the photos we obtained were unique
I experienced this special time by myself for many years until I was joined by a friend who was tired of hearing about it and wished experience it himself.
We enjoyed this for many years and referred to it as "Spring Canoeing."
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