Yesterday Hunter's Point called. "Amanda! Where have you been? Come see me!" So Duce and I went.
I didn't have all that much time, so we hopped in the truck. I drove down North Coast Shores Rd. and was surprised to see it was plowed. Woo hoo! So I popped it into third gear and cruised until OH MY GOD! HERE'S THE INTERSECTION! without enough time to stop. I spun around 270 degrees to make my right hand turn. Wooh! Made it through that one! Kinda fun!
But as I faced the road to Hunter's Point, I noticed that it was where the plow person banked it all up. Oh, shoot, Mr. Butters. That's a long walk down a snowy road.
I saw that the left side of the 8 foot high pile was fairly low and tracked up by snow vehicles. I can make that. So I gunned it. Boom. Stopped dead in my tracks. The snow was almost half way up the tires. So I put it into 4WD, and rocked it back and forth and back and forth. Rooster tailing snow in both directions. I had to reverse it over the little mound I got stuck on. Back and forth.
Finally I made it out. Whew! Another close one! So I decided that was enough of that, and headed toward the Marina. But that wasn't plowed either. No wonder I usually walk everywhere! My friend Jeff let me park in his driveway. Thanks, Jeff!
I then began the hike along Hunter's Point trail toward the shore. While hugging the west coast, I noticed all the ice fishermen waaaaay out there. Hmm. I bet I could walk across the ice! I wanted to, but, maybe on the way back. The trail was nice and panked anyway.
Soon I reached the shore. I was amazed at what I saw. I didn't expect it to be this good!
Mounds of ice sparkled in the sunlight. Their humps paralleled the shoreline in a row. We're going out there, Mr. Butters! Climbing ice hills was quite difficult with just boots and mittens, but I was determined. I slid down a couple times before I got to the top. Here is a VIDEO of what I saw.
Pretty sweet, hey? I was enamored while I was out there. Why didn't we come out here sooner??? The shore changes from day to day during the winter. I sure was pleased to see this change!
As I walked along the banks, I came across a hollow ice formation. I was in awe, so I shimmied over the edge and held my camera out as far as I could to get a picture of the underside -- without falling in!
Under the hollow ice.
Blue ice on a rock.
On the way back I was feeling a little courageous. I'm going to cross the Harbor. I hadn't done it yet this year, but all those fishermen were way out there. What could be wrong with the west end?
I wouldn't say that I threw caution to the wind, but I didn't get a gut reaction telling me to go back. I tried kicking through the ice, but it seemed solid. I scratched of some snow to try to see how deep it was. I couldn't gauge it at all. I'm going for it.
Shuffling, I traversed the frozen harbor, looking around me and listening. Duce pranced right out in front, so I knew I'd be okay. When I got to the middle, I could see the bubbles in the ice. Oh, yeah. It's at least 6 inches thick. Woo hoo! So I skated part of the way in my boots. What a wonderful sunshiny day!
At the shore by the Marina dock, I looked back and squealed. My first traverse across the Harbor for the winter. And I didn't go through!