Sunday afternoon, lured by enticing stretches of open water, we grabbed a canoe and headed out to
After pushing aside icebergs, large and small, we entered a magical world of ice crystal shards.
What looked like a solid sheet of ice from afar, was a floating forest of a million foot long ice crystals.
When we canoed through, the displaced ice pushed up into spike'y ice castles.
Leaving a path of destruction in her wake.
Update: As of this morning (two days later), the warm air finally won out and the army of ice spikes sank to the depths.