Wild Ice

The canal (then Barge now back to Erie) was in back of our house in Pittsford, so we learned to skate there.My brother was the jock and went on to play for RIT and coach McQuaid High School in Rochester.
 
It’s amazing how flat & clear the ice is for miles & miles.
Must’ve locked up when it was still & cold.
 
This thread reminds me of being a kid on Edwards Hill Rd in Bakers Mills NY. Down the road there was a pond we would all go skating on, build fires, and roast hot dogs. The best was watching my grandfather cut out some ice to take back home to make homemade ice cream. Yum! Good times.
 
Happy ending after someone fell through ice in Indiana.

February 2, 2025.
 
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