On late Thursday afternoon the sun was hot and the ice in full retreat.
We put in a paddle boat to try to rescue a lost golf ball. We found we could not get more than 10 feet into the ice field.
The ice on the edges of the sheet was thin enough to break through.
Further into the self, the thickness of the ice stopped us cold.
Friday was spend on the golf course. The best thing that can be said about the 18 holes we played is that we were not eaten by bears. At night, Mr EMT had us taste test 6 batches of syrup to determine which run would be entered in the syrup contest.
The clouds came in on Saturday. The ice would last only another 24 hours.
Giant formations (200+ birds) of geese came from the south during the afternoon.
Trapped! The wind picked up during a boat ride and the shifting ice closed in around Mr EMT and Krispa. It took several minutes for them to break free.
It was amusing to one of the newer Lake Lucerne visitiors who goes by the lane name G-Meg.
On Friday I went for a quick swim in only a swim suit. I asked Mrs. Nemo to join me. She replied something like, "Nuts to that!". On Saturday we wanted to see if the ice could support a man. The water is much more tolerable in a full wet suit but the ice was to thin to support much of anything.
I ended up building a little fort before exiting the lake to go to the...
Forest County Maple Syrup Festival!
There was much to buy. Items included maple syrup,
and sock monkeys.
Some were not as excited before the Maple Syrup judging as others or they may have been practicing for some future "perp walk".
Just in case you forgot the words to the Crandon Cardinals fight song it's on the wall of the gym. There will be a test later.
Something about the Laona Kellys logo reminded me of Notre Dame.
Back at the lake, the wind was breaking up the ice and pushing it into the shore.
The southernly wind pushed the ice north. By Saturday night only the north end had any ice. A little survived the night but was gone by early afternoon on Sunday. We'll be back on the opening weekend of fishing.
