Barry’s ice fishing buddy, Mike Roth, took these photos of Lake Superior last Wednesday. I feel like he’s our Roving Correspondent in the Air as he shared these aerial photos last winter.
Mike owns a small two-seater plane and likes to fly up above our Keweenaw and Huron Bays. He likes to gauge where the ice ends.
I would like to report that these photos are the latest up-to-the-moment ice conditions in our area. But that simply isn’t true.
Here’s what happened. On Friday, wicked winds blew in at a clip of 40-60 miles per hour. Wind is not friendly to the newly-formed ice. It blew beneath the fragile ends and distributed it much further out in the lake.
On Sunday, the wind rose again and blew 30 mph gusts. The ice heaved and splintered and broke off some more.
One of Barry’s other ice fishing buddies, Nancy, declared the end of ice fishing on Keweenaw Bay on Sunday. She was ready to quit.
However, last night Barry heard the distant humming and thumping of ice forming once again on Huron Bay. I think it’s a little too early to pack up the augers and ice tents and sled.
(Although–this just in!–overnight the ice on Keweenaw Bay broke up all the way into L’Anse. This isn’t lookin’ good, fisherfolk… Many tents and shacks are now floating on icebergs…)
I like to look at these photos and imagine the eagles flying above the bays. To imagine their swoop downward toward the water.
What a wide vista we see from above! Suddenly our world seems much larger, much clearer, more expansive. We see for miles and miles and miles.
Sometimes our little challenges and problems become less important as we contemplate the Larger View.
Don’t you agree?